Land of My Fathers.

'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.