The Mountain Stream
Adapted from the Welsh of Ceiriog(John Hughes)
mountain stream shining with pebbles
as it falls to the valley below
a whisper of song along the rushes reveals
if i were as the stream,oh were it so!
the mountain heather all a blossom
longing comes when I gaze on them
I want to rest on the hills again
in the heather and the breeze that comes there
the tiny birds who name the mountain
free flight in the racy air
from one side to the other and again
that I took wing like a bird!
a mountain son I find myself
far from home seeking poetry to console
where the mountains hold my heart whole
the tiny birds and the heather that peeps out...
