Sian James - Y Gôg Lwydlas | Текст песни

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Fel ’roeddwn y’n rhodio
A’m calon yn brudd
Ar ddydd Liun y bore
Ar doriad y dydd;
Mi glywn y gog lwydlas
Yn tiwnio mor lwyn
Ar ochor bryn uchel
Ar gangen o lwyn.

“Fy amser i ganu
Yw Ebrill a Mai,
A hanner Mehefin,
Chwi wyddoch bob rhai;
I ffwrdd af oddiyma
Fy adar sydd f?n,
A chym Dygwyl lfan
Fe dderfydd fy ngh?n.”

Fel ’roeddwn i’n rhodio
A’m calon yn brudd
Ar ddydd Liun y bore
Ar doriad y dydd;
Mi glwyn y gog lwydias
Yn tiwnio mor lwyn.
Ar ochor bryn uchel
Ar gangen o lwyn.

“Ni ch?n y gog lwydias
Ond Ebrill a Mai,
A hanner Mehefin
Chwi wyddoch bob rhal;
Ac wedyn eheda’
Dros donnau y m?r
I wledydd pellennig
I ’mofyn fy st?r.”

THE GREY CUCKOO

As I o’er the mountain
Was making my way
Alone, heavy hearted,
One morning in May,
I heard the grey cuckoo
In glorious glee
Confessing its story
Upon a birch tree.

“My season for singing
Is April, May,
And so to the middle
Of June, as you say;
Ere daylight be waning
And dusk shall come on,
My lay will be ended
And I shall be gone.”

As I o’er the mountain
Was making my way
Alone, heavy hearted,
One morning in May,
I heard the grey cuckoo
In glorious glee
Confessing its story
Upon a birch tree.

“The days of the cuckoo
Are April and May,
And so to the middle
Of June, as you say;
Then I shall go seeking
The days that are long,
In climes where I revel
In sunshine and song.”

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