Eyeballs float in wet green grass. I got a chainsaw motor that's filled with rain. Proof. When it sings like bach with eyes all bulging. When the pink sun drops the eyelids fold. While I'm in
come home again to Wales (Choir alone). We'll keep a welcome in the hillside. We'll keep a welcome in the Vales. This land you knew will still be singing. When you come home again to Wales (Bryn
