My walden

Sain y niwl,
Gaunt y goydwig fwsog,
Gwenithfaen, cen y coed, a'r lleauad,
Un gway f'adenydd i dapestri bywyd

Light shines bright beyond all the cities of gold
On a road of birdsong and chocalate shops
Of buskers, jugglers, innkeeper's welcoming call
The sound of mist, smell of moss-grown woods

Weaving my wings from many-colored yarns
Flying higher, higher, higher
Into the wild
Weaving my world into tapestry of life
It's fire golden
In my walden

I will taste the mannna in every tree
Liquid honey and wine from the distant hills
An early morning greenwood concerto
Greets my walden with it's eternal voice

I do not wish to evade the world
Yet I will forever build my own
Forever build my own
Forever my home