Sain y niwl, Gaunt y goydwig fwsog Gwenithfaen, 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 Of buskers, jugglers, innkeeper's welcoming call The sound of mist, smell of 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 Its 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
Weaving my wings from many-colored yarns Flying higher, higher, higher into the wild Weaving my world into a tapestry of life Its fire, golden, in my Walden
I do not wish to evade the world Yet I will forever build my own Forever built my own Forever my home