Sain y niwl Gaunt y goydwig fwsog Gwenitheaen, cen y coed, a'r lleuad un gway f'adenydd i dapestri bywyd
Light shines bright beyond all the cities of gold On a road of birdsong and chocolate shops A buskers jugglers, innkeeper's welcoming call The sound of mist, smell of a moss-grown woods
Weaving my wings from many-colored yarns Flying higher, higher, higher Into the wild Weaving my world into a tapestry of life It's fire golden In my Walden
I will taste the manna in every tree Liquid honey and wine from the distant hills An early morning greenwood concerto Greets my Walden with its eternal voice
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I do not wish to evade the world Yet I will forever build my own Forever build my own Forever my home