Flocks of birds fly high and away
A solitary cloud calmly drifts on
We look at each other and never get bored -
Just me and Ching-t’ing mountain.
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Flocks of birds fly high and away
A solitary cloud calmly drifts on
We look at each other and never get bored -
Just me and Ching-t’ing mountain.
Dai K lives at the end of a valley. One is not quite sure
Whether it has been drowned or not. His Mam
Loves him too much and his Dada drinks.
As for his girlfriend Blodwen, she’s pregnant. So
Are all the other girls in the village. — there’s been a Revival.
After a performance of Elijah, the mad preacher
Davies the Doom has burnt the chapel down.
One Saturday night after the dance at the Con Club,
With the Free Wales Army up to no good in the back lanes,
A stranger comes to the village, he is, of course,
God, the well-known television personality. He succeeds
In confusing the issue, whatever it is, and departs
On the last train before the line is closed.
The colliery blows up, there is a financial scandal
Involving the most respected citizens, the Choir
Wins at the National. It is all seen, naturally,
Through eyes of a sensitive boy who never grows up.
The men emigrate to America, Cardiff and the moon. The girls
Find rich and foolish English husbands. Only daft Ianto
Is left to recite the Complete Works of Sir Lewis Morris
To puzzled sheep, before throwing himself over
The edge of the abandoned quarry. One is not quite sure
Whether it is fiction or not.