the Clwyd hills beckon
on the horizon from the Dee
the birdsong heralds
the turning of the tide
as we slip into darkness
giving the Judas kiss to Cunedda
to take Deva in his wake
the Clwyd hills beckon
on the horizon from the Dee
the birdsong heralds
the turning of the tide
as we slip into darkness
giving the Judas kiss to Cunedda
to take Deva in his wake