Cartref
I walked through the woods my
thoughts far away
I saw not the beauty that around me lay.
I thought
of the places and people I knew
I thought of the traffic along the
roads all so new
I mused on the buildings so tall and so gray
And glad
did I feel they were so far away!
I wandered over hills and into the
dales,
Through hamlets so rustic each with its own tales.
As I went
on my way it would often seem
It sang to me only the merry small stream
To
the great open sea the water was rushing
Many lands and great falls o'er
which it would be gushing
Then over the last hill of those I did
roam
I came to my heaven the place I call home.