Land of My Fathers.
Some Things Never Change.
'Tis many a year since I returned
To the land where I was born.
The Land of Song, They call it.
Sometimes a land forlorn.
I stare up at the mountains.
Greener grass you'll nowhere see.
Meanwhile the river Teifi
Flows gently into the sea.
The sea is not always gentle.
it's hard for a boat to dock,
When waves are fierce and crashing
Into the Welsh rocks.
Wales is a beautiful country.
Small and unnoticed at times,
But a more beautiful land of
Mountains and valleys is
Surely hard to find.
Panoramic views in Wales,
Were waiting....greeting me.
As the mouth of the River Teifi
Flowed into the Irish sea.
