Young Llewelyn

By the bridge on the River Conway
Where the cypress watch the sea
They still sing of a young Llewellyn
Under swaying evening trees
As the western sunset dies
Young Llewellyn comes alive

He was only two and 20
And his world was on the shore
When the king came to steal his homeland
Turning everywhere to war
In the rising battle cries
Young Llewellyn, he did ride

He became our fallen angel
And his name, it still lives on
We will sing of the young Llewellyn
While the pride of us lives on
While the pride of us lives on
Young Llewellyn's never gone

On the ground of a cold November
Young Llewellyn stood and fought
They were fighting to show the tyrant
What could be taken and what could not
Under heaven's watchful eye
Young Llewellyn, bravely died

He became our fallen angel
And his name it still lives on
We will sing of young Llewellyn
While the pride of us lives on
While the pride of us lives on

There's an undiscovered country
Deep within the human heart
And the tyrants are all around us
We are called on to do our part
There's a hero's role to play
Like Llewellyn's yesterday

To become a fallen angel
So that freedom will live on
Sing the song of young Llewellyn
So the pride of man lives on
Where the pride of man lives on
Young Llewellyn's never gone