May the Syrian soil beneath your fingers
Fuse with the Welsh earth to birth a new garden
May you take refuge in Tryfan’s crags
And wander wild up Pen y Fan

May you bring sunshine to our vineyards
The Terri Elan and Taff, bring you home when you are lost
Let the slate mountain of Blaenau Ffestiniog
Build a roof to protect you from the nightmares of your past

Let the tongues of Bevan, Cadwaladr and Glyndwr
Be your advocates against throats of hatred
Let Cymraeg chime with Arabic to form a new dialect
May your children grow secured and sutured to the land

Let the salted arc of Cardigan Bay
Soothe the scars of yesterday
May you stand on the dawn drenched slopes of Cadair Idris
To view our small and massive land

From where the Severn, Rheidol and Wye birth their journey
You too, you too now shall flow
May the arms of the Cambrians strengthen you, Yrwyddfa’s mist shawl you
The valleys cwtch you till love is all that you know

If they try to bury us we’ll dig deep
And Grow Oak and Olive trees side by side
And from the lived present invent our future
Yours, and mine

For we are all transported from somewhere
Brought in by the breeze from sea to shore
Settled on fallow ground, grateful for sunlight all around
And waiting for the rain

May the Syrian soil beneath your fingers
Fuse with the Welsh earth to birth a new garden
May you take refuge in Tryfan’s crags
And wander wild up Pen y Fan
And wander wild up Pen y Fan