My lovely WalesI took the Bristol Bridge
And entered a paradise
Land of elfs, fairies and fauns
Smooth are the endless hills
And silence shares space
With the calm wind
Have you been to the Megan Fair
It's the land called Cymru
Where the Hobbit sage was born
Do you believe
It was part of the Atlantic Kingdom
Wales, I hear the panflute call
From a god we have forgotten about
We have been told it is the devil
No more friendly being than him
So, come to a land
That is off crossroads
But your roads I have walked
Nevertheless
Wales, I still remember you
I always will
Where life is good
And wind is still
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