Three Welsh Bird Songs: Mae Hiraeth Yn Y Môr (There's Longing In The Sea)
- Charlotte Church (1998)You are listening to the song Three Welsh Bird Songs: Mae Hiraeth Yn Y Môr (There's Longing In The Sea) by Charlotte Church, in album Voice Of An Angel. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
Mae hiraeth yn y mor a'r mynydd maith
Mae hiraeth mewn distawrwydd ac mewn can
Mewn murmur dyfroedd ar dragwydd daith
Yn oriau'r machlud ac yn fflamau'r tan
Ond mwynaf yn y gwynt y dwed ei gwyn
A thristaf yn yr hesg y cwyna'r gwynt
Gan ddeffro adlais adlais yn y brwyn
Ac yn y galon, atgof atgof gynt
Fel pan wrandawer yn y cyfddydd hir
Ar gan y ceiliog yn y glwyd gerlaw
Yn deffro caniad ar ol caniad clir
O'r gerddi agos, nes o'r llechwedd draw
Y cwyd un olaf ei leferydd ef
A mwynder trist y pelter yn ei lef.
Translation:
There's longing in the sea and mountains grey
There's longing too in silence and in song
In murm'ring waters on their endless way
At sunset hours and firelight's flames among
But fondes in the wind it mkes it moan
And saddest in the sedge the wind replies
Awaking echo's with it's tone
And mem'ry mem'ry in the hearts deep sighs
As when one hearkens to the chanticleer
At hand with eager song at break of day
Evoking answer upon answer clear
From nearby gardens, till from away
A last lone songster lifts his voice on high
With distance's sad longing in its cry.
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