Old friend
We are long lost to the ages
I remember pathways of oak and of willow
Along the coldest paths of Offa’s Dyke
We would walk
We would hike
And together we would like
To watch
The gold mines unfold
And before our eyes
The rocks capsize
We were so bold
To tread
Those pathways of old
And we told
The stories
Of Cader Idris
Of Giants
And fairies
And whales
And Wales
Old friend
We are long gone
Lost inside the ruins
Of Harlech Castle
Within those walls
We are one
Old friend
Sweet skeleton
We are long gone
But here
Beneath the crystal clear waters of Bala Lake
We are one
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