Welsh Home in the Morning
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Birds are all a twitter
The tractors out to play
A distant sound of rumbling
Along the winding way
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Water it is trickling
With golden weaves of fish
A lonely quack of duckling
To break the peaceful wish
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Clouds so softly spreading
The trees stand proud each day
A single bark of wanting
To dance amidst the hay
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People they are rising
With gentleness and calm
A far off plane is passing
What seems to be a farm
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Rain it is so threat’ning
The air is damp and chill
A golden thread is drifting
To warm the writer’s quill
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Earth is giving goodness
With leaves and buds and seeds
A show of labour’s loving
To meet the grower’s needs
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Home is where the heart is
The gift of life to share
A blend of couple’s dreaming
And all that makes a pair
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Wales it is so precious
With love for all to give
A place where nature’s living
Makes life so positive