Boats

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    Inside. Outside. Byth (Ever. Never). Tock Tick.

    A collision between mechanical time, seasonal time, life time, generational time, cultural time, poetic time, no time < particles of eternal love...

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lyrics

Boats
Do mi hales amser llawen
Yn yr ysgol yn Ll'wr'dŵen,
Ac wrth ddilyn y pysgotwr
Ar hyd glan yr Afon Clettwr.

'Nol i'm wrthod a'r scolheigion
Droes i ma's yn fab afradlon,
Ac mi ês yn lanc o forwr
Ma's o olwg Dyffryn Clettwr.

Nosweth gynta' wrth fynd tua Bryste,
Pan yr o'wn ar geirwon donne,
'Ro'wn i'n gwaeddi ar y dwfr,
"O! na bawn yn Nyffryn Clettwr."

Hey little leaf lying on the ground
Now you're turning slightly brown.
Why don't you jump back up on the tree,
Turn the colour green the way you ought to be?

Same old man sitting at the mill,
Mill turns around of its own free will
Yes, I'm certainly glad to be home
New York City will continue on alone.

Same old lady hanging out her wash
Now she's wearing a Macintosh
Hanging out her washing in the middle of the rain
Thought New York was going insane.

My mind is failing my body is weak
My lips won't form the words as I speak
Floating away on a boat full of pain
Hear my sad cry, never see me again.

Same old man sitting at the mill,
Mill turns around of its own free will
Hand on the hopper and the other on the sack
Ladies come forward and men go back.

'Rwyf yn hoff o'm hen gyfeillion,
Siams y Fadfa a John Blânglowon,
Shanco'r Go' a Twm y Naddwr,
Y'nt fel un llaw yn Nyffryn Clettwr.

Bu'm yn rhodio dolydd Gwyrddon
A chofleidio'r merched gwynion,
Ond gwell o lawer gan y morwr
Ferch fach lan o ddyffryn Clettwr.

Yn y môr y byddo'r mynydd
Sydd yn cuddio bro Meirionnydd
Na chawn unwaith olwg arni,
Cyn i'm calon dirion dorri.

Gwynt ar fôr a haul ar fynydd,
Cerrig llwydion yn lle coedydd,
A gwylanod yn lle dynion;
Duw! pa fodd na thorrai 'nghalon?

Mae yn Llunden ddynion celfydd,
Mae yn Llunden bob llawenydd,
Mae yn Llunden meddyginiaeth
Am bob dolur ond rhag hiraeth.

Mi wnaf long o dderw cariad,
A'i mast hi o bren y profiad;
A rhof hiraeth arni i nofio
O don i don i'r wlad a fynno.

Boats
Yes, I spent a happy time
In the school in Llwynrhydowen
And by following the fisherman
Along the bank of the river Clettwr

When I'd finished with the scholars
I turned into a prodigal son,
And I went a fisher boy
Out of sight of Dyffryn Clettwr.

First night, going towards Bristol,
When we were on the rough waves,
I was shouting at the water
"Oh! that I was in Dyffryn Clettwr"

Hey little leaf lying on the ground
Now you're turning slightly brown.
Why don't you jump back up on the tree,
Turn the colour green the way you ought to be?

Same old man sitting at the mill,
Mill turns around of its own free will
Yes, I'm certainly glad to be home
New York City will continue on alone.

Same old lady hanging out her wash
Now she's wearing a Macintosh
Hanging out her washing in the middle of the rain
Thought New York was going insane.

My mind is failing my body is weak
My lips won't form the words as I speak
Floating away on a boat full of pain
Hear my sad cry, never see me again.

Same old man sitting at the mill,
Mill turns around of its own free will
Hand on the hopper and the other on the sack
Ladies come forward and men go back.

I am fond of my old friends,
Siams y Fadfa and John Blânglowon
Shanco the smith and Twm the whittler,
They're like one hand in Dyffryn Clettwr.

I've been roving green dales,
And embracing beautiful girls
But better still by this sailor:
Beautiful girls from Dyffryn Clettwr.

In the sea is the mountain
That hides the land of Meirionnydd
Couldn't I have one more look at it
Before my fragile heart breaks.

Wind on the sea and sun on the mountain
Grey stones in place of woods
And gulls instead of men
God! How doesn't my heart break?

There are in London artistic men
There is in London every joy
There is in London medication
For every pain but longing.

I'll make a boat of the Oak of love
And her mast from the wood of experience
And her cargo of longing to sail
Wave to wave wherever she will.

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from Amser, released May 19, 2014

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fernhill Swansea, UK

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