The snowdrop tested the winter air
To be met by the ***** with an hypnotic stare
As the robin picked for its daily treat
The snow fell steadily around its feet

An owl sat on an oak branch just half asleep
Watching a sheepdog circle the last rouge sheep
And in the distance a great mountain hare
Now attracting the vixens hypnotic stare

But daylight quickly turned to night
The midwinter moon shone its haunting light
The small rodents in panic ran out of sight
As the owl circled in silent flight

I walked the jagged rocks
choosing my path
the wind howled
the surf rose
as I carefully made my way
a voice called me to an easier path
honest, trust me it said
I walked the jagged rocks
confident in my choices
the rocks turned to sand
the sand turned to fields of grass
as I made my way home

The day of the red moon
the fire burned still bright
people of the world danced
as if a sign of hope arouse
they wondered wonderful thoughts
of hope, love, life and happiness
then as the flames reached the horizon
the moon set

As I look into those eyes
Like a tinted mirror so many lies
The horrors that now invade my mind
Peace and forgiveness is hard to find

Then when that poignant question's asked
You smile through your venetian mask
I'm sorry I don't know what to say
A week last Friday, I was out that day

I stepped closer and looked into his eyes
May god forgive you for those lies

The fields of green are stepped with red blood
our comrades lifeless in the mud
A king his temple wiped by a cloth of gold
today a nations history will be told

Upon a hill a dragon roars
unfurls its wing the dragon soars
He raises his sword to a nations cry
passionate hearts unafraid to die

The enemy routed from their land
sons and daughters together stand
The dragons roar set them to flight
in pursuit long into the night

Yet as we march into our two thousandth year
we still fight for freedom with no fear
"We are still hear", became the cry
but for how much longer we wounder, why

Then the dragon roars upon that hill
our hearts and souls began to fill
With the pride and passion that made our land
so, our sons and daughter make one last stand

History will tell us about our last fight
and if the enemy was routed long into the night
And if the dragon is still soaring above, so high
and if, "We are still hear" is still our battle cry

Ry'n ni yma o hyd

Sometimes I smile as I think of
someone who has been lost
I find them again deep in the
memories that warm my heart
we smile again and we laugh
and whisper of the love
that brought the joys we had
then I thank you with a blown kiss
as you float away with my dreams

The setting sun, sets
as the bodies glowed
about the ship, wrecked