If I had to go away
I would miss you every day.
I'd miss the paths that we have trod
(For you are truly sent from God)
And I would miss the golden flowers
Which I could watch for hours and hours.
I would miss your powerful voice,
The songs you sing make me rejoice.
And I would miss the dainty sheep
The little lambs that dance and leap.
Oh how I'd miss the words we speak!
The language lives, however weak.
If I had to go away
I would miss you every day
How I would miss the hills and vales
Yes I would miss you, Cymru, Wales.