Anne Dudley - Medhel an Gwyns
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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 -
Slipped through the fingers or held in the hand -
Medhel, oh, medhel an gwyns.

Songs like the dreams the ball-maiden spins -
Medhel an gwyns, medhel an gwyns -
Weaving the song of the cry of the tin -
Medhel, oh, medhel an gwyns

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