Sain y niwl,
Gaunt y goydwig fwsog,
Gwenithfaen, cen y coed, a’r lleuad,
Un gway f’adenydd I dapestri bywyd
Light shines bright beyond all the cities of gold
On a road of birdsong and chocolate shops
Of buskers, jugglers, innkeeper`s welcoming call
The sound of mist, smell of moss-grown woods
Weaving my wings from many-colored yarns
Flying higher, higher, higher
Into the wild
Weaving my world into tapestry of life
Its fire golden
In my Walden
I will taste the manna in every tree
Liquid honey and wine from the distant hills
An early morning greenwood concerto
Greets my Walden with its eternal voice
I do not wish to evade the world
Yet I will forever build my own
Forever build my own
Forever my home
Gaunt y goydwig fwsog,
Gwenithfaen, cen y coed, a’r lleuad,
Un gway f’adenydd I dapestri bywyd
On a road of birdsong and chocolate shops
Of buskers, jugglers, innkeeper`s welcoming call
The sound of mist, smell of moss-grown woods
Flying higher, higher, higher
Into the wild
Weaving my world into tapestry of life
Its fire golden
In my Walden
Liquid honey and wine from the distant hills
An early morning greenwood concerto
Greets my Walden with its eternal voice
Yet I will forever build my own
Forever build my own
Forever my home
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@Vale of Butterflies It's welsh: "The sound of the fog, the mossy forest, the granite, the cemetery of trees, and the drowning, a form of my life's tapestry"
@Vale of Butterflies It's welsh: "The sound of the fog, the mossy forest, the granite, the cemetery of trees, and the drowning, a form of my life's tapestry"
@Vale of Butterflies Over two year late, but I hope you see the reply. Found this translation online from Welsh to English:
@Vale of Butterflies Over two year late, but I hope you see the reply. Found this translation online from Welsh to English:
Sound of the mist smell of the mossy forest under trees and moon I weave my wings to life's tapestry.
Sound of the mist smell of the mossy forest under trees and moon I weave my wings to life's tapestry.