Pleader
How green, how green was my valley?To be told of such hillsTo be held in such spotsTo behold such warmthCall to arms these harmonies!And in happy agony we singHow green, how green was my valley?
How green, how green was my valley?Oh, your deeps and your shadesWhere the wild roses praySuch heat from prideGlorious, the voice of man!Like the nightingales, we singHow green, how green was my valley?
How green, how green was my valley?Clear softness in our hymnSoft, like coming rainSoft, like BronwenVictoria! Victoria!Voices our queen might envyHow green, how green was my valley?How green, how green was my valley?