Homecoming

Across the hills and valleys, I wait to hear the song.
When the quiet is broken, the music that I long.
Floats-rolls on mountain air, folds around the vales.
A special place on earth, where voices are just male.

The rise of lilting tones, grow louder at every note.
Mounting human beauty- strong welsh male throats.
Unequalled pride of singers, produce a unique sound.
The hallowed hills of Wales, equal sacred ground.

If Hiraeth is calling you, and family to return home.
Tugging strong at heartstrings, you’ll cease to roam.
Return then to Cymru, your one and only home,
To stand on terra firma, know soils not on loan.

Welsh speaking natives travellers, venture far-wide.
Now stand upon a hillside, loved ones by their side.
Accept this their homecoming, a welcome warm-true
National flowers-daffodils, engulf and welcome you.

Language of Wales spoken, throughout the land.
Its own lilting music, just like lovers holding hands.
Peace will reign in the valley, weaving mystic spells.
Never stop to analyse, prophesise-un-necessarily dwell.

Past loves may meet-and-greet, extend a hand to you.
Take time listen carefully, to your heart be true.
Conflict allowed mistakes, so you lost your way.
Returned to be counted, means in actions you’ll pay.

On the Welsh hillsides, in warming summer rays.
Heritage and loyalty, announce a Hiraeth day.
Twinkling musical notes, bounce off slate-dull-grey.
Ghosts of past embrace, lost who’ve found their way.

Shoulder to shoulder stand, in Gods own peace-grace.
Spirits dance on hillsides, like water trickles in a race.
Interwoven homelands, holds loved ones near-dear.
Remember this is CYMRU, brave land without fear…..

Copyright © Kathy M Lawson