Yeah...
From
the
Copperbelt...
From
deep
beneath
the
ground...
To
every
man,
To
every
woman,
Who
takes
that
seat
behind
the
controls...
This
one
is
for
you.
Respect
the
driver. **[
VERSE 1]**
Before
the
sun
comes
shining,
Before
the
city
starts
to
wake,
There's
a
man
or
woman
at
the
winding
engine,
For
every
life
that's
at
stake.
Down
in
the
darkness
they're
waiting,
Trusting
the
cage
to
rise,
And
the
driver
holds
their
future
With
a
steady
hand
and
watchful
eyes.
From
Kitwe
to
Mufulira,
From
Chingola
to
the
mine,
Deep
in
the
heart
of
Zambia,
We
keep
the
people
moving
on
time.
Easy
now...
Steady
now...
Listen
to
the
bells...
Every
signal
has
a
meaning,
Every
movement
must
be
well. **[
CHORUS —
FULL
BAND +
CHOIR]** 🎵 **
Winder,
winder,
hold
the
line,** **
Carry
the
people,
bring
them
home
on
time.** **
Winder,
winder,
stand
up
tall,** **
One
wrong
move
can
affect
us
all.** **
Man
or
woman,
hear
the
call,** **
Professional
hands
above
it
all.** **
We
don't
need
the
glory,** **
We
don't
need
the
fame,** **
Safety
is
our
honour,** **
And
responsibility
is
our
name.** 🎵 **[
VERSE 2]**
They
see
the
copper
coming
upward,
They
see
the
skip
bringing
ore,
But
they
don't
always
see
the
driver
Behind
that
winding
floor.
They
don't
see
the
quiet
mornings,
They
don't
see
the
endless
nights,
They
don't
see
the
concentration
When
the
cage
is
taking
flight.
We
carry
more
than
copper,
We
carry
someone's
son,
Someone's
daughter,
Someone's
father,
Someone's
mother
waiting
at
home. **[
CHORUS]** 🎵 **
Winder,
winder,
hold
the
line,** **
Carry
the
people,
bring
them
home
on
time.** **
Winder,
winder,
stand
up
tall,** **
One
wrong
move
can
affect
us
all.** **
Man
or
woman,
hear
the
call,** **
Professional
hands
above
it
all.** **
We
don't
need
the
glory,** **
We
don't
need
the
fame,** **
Safety
is
our
honour,** **
And
responsibility
is
our
name.** 🎵
One
bell. *
Bell...
Bell...*
Two
bells.
Listen...
Don't
rush
it.
Don't
guess
it.
Know
your
machine.
Know
your
signals.
Know
your
responsibility. **[
CALL
AND
RESPONSE]** **
LEAD:**
Who
moves
the
conveyance? **
CHOIR:** **
The
driver!** **
LEAD:**
Who
protects
the
journey? **
CHOIR:** **
The
driver!** **
LEAD:**
Who
keeps
the
discipline? **
CHOIR:** **
The
driver!** **
LEAD:**
And
who
brings
them
home? **
CHOIR:** **
The
driver!** **
LEAD:**
But
who
stands
behind
the
driver? **
CHOIR:** **
The
whole
mining
team!**
And
to
the
women
who
took
the
chair,
Who
said, "
I
can
do
this
too,"
You
belong
among
the
drivers,
And
the
mine
belongs
to
you.
Let
nobody
tell
you
That
this
profession
isn't
your
own,
For
courage
has
no
gender,
And
skill
is
skill
alone.
You
carry
the
same
responsibility,
You
answer
every
call,
When
you
sit
behind
that
winding
engine,
You
stand
equal
with
us
all. **[
CHOIR]**
Equal
hands...
Equal
trust...
Equal
responsibility...
We
remember
those
before
us,
Who
taught
us
how
to
stand,
Who
passed
the
knowledge
down
to
us,
From
generation
to
generation.
The
lessons...
The
mistakes...
The
wisdom...
The
discipline...
We
carry
them
forward.
Not
just
operators... **
We
are
custodians.** **[
CHORUS —
BIGGER]** 🎵 **
Winder,
winder,
hold
the
line,** **
Carry
the
people,
bring
them
home
on
time.** **
Winder,
winder,
stand
up
tall,** **
One
wrong
move
can
affect
us
all.** **
Copper
may
be
our
treasure,** **
But
people
are
our
gold.** **
Every
journey
safely
finished** **
Is
a
story
worth
being
told.** **
Man
or
woman,
hear
the
call,** **
Professional
hands
above
it
all.** **
From
generation
to
generation,** **
We
keep
the
heartbeat
of
the
mine.** 🎵
A
lever...
A
signal...
A
conveyance...
A
responsibility. **
CHOIR,
softly:**
Bring
them
home...
Bring
them
home...
Bring
them
home... **
VOICE:**
Winding
engine
drivers
of
Zambia...
Stand
proud.
Your
profession
matters.
Your
discipline
matters.
Your
people
matter. **
ALL:** 🎵 **
WE
ARE
THE
HEARTBEAT
OF
THE
MINE!** 🎵 🎵 **
WE
ARE
THE
HEARTBEAT
OF
THE
MINE!** 🎵 **[
FINAL
SPOKEN
LINE]** *"
Driver
may
move
conveyance."* **[
Bell.]** **[
Music
fades.]**