Memories like voices that call on the wind Medhel an gwyns, Medhel an gwyns Whispered and tossed on the tide coming in Medhel oh Medhel an gwyns
Voices like songs that are heard in the dawn Medhel an gwyns, Medhel an gwyns Singing the secrets of children unborn Medhel oh Medhel an gwyns
Dreams like the memories once born on the wind Medhel an gwyns, Medhel an gwyns Lovers and children and copper and tin Medhel oh Medhel an gwyns
Dreams like the castles that sleep in the sand Medhel an gwyns, Medhel an gwyns Slip through the fingers or held in the hand Medhel oh Medhel an gwyns
Songs like the dreams that the bow maiden spin Medhel an gwyns, Medhel an gwyns Weaving the song of the cry of the tin Medhel oh Medhel an gwyns Medhel oh Medhel an gwyns