To Cym Rhondda

 

See the gentle rain descending

Slake the thirsty ground below

In a cycle never ending

Following nature's healing flow

 

REFRAIN

 

Glimpse the ghosts

Glimpse the ghosts

Feel the presence all around

Echoes of ten thousand years

Mosses from the limbs are clinging

 

Mists arising through the trees

Rain fed streams are softly singing

Hear the hills say, "tread at ease"

 

REFRAIN

 

Earth is filled with quiet weeping

Grieving spirits all around

Dwellers of the past are sleeping

Empty forests stilled of sound

 

REFRAIN

 

This poem is intended to be sung to the tune of Cym Rhondda, a Welsh folk tune also often found in church hymnals