Pleader

How green, how green was my valley? To be told of such hills To be held in such spots To behold such warmth Call to arms these harmonies! And in happy agony we sing How green, how green was my valley? How green, how green was my valley? Oh, your deeps and your shades Where the wild roses pray Such heat from pride Glorious, the voice of man! Like the nightingales, we sing How green, how green was my valley? How green, how green was my valley? Clear softness in our hymn Soft, like coming rain Soft, like Bronwen Victoria! Victoria! Voices our queen might envy How green, how green was my valley? How green, how green was my valley?