Don’t you worry son, the hills and mountains you look upon – it’s in your blood, it’s in your soul, and it will be till you grow old. Take my hand and I’ll show you a land they call Wales…
Don’t you worry son, the hills and mountains you look upon – it’s in your blood, it’s in your soul, and it will be till you grow old. Take my hand and I’ll show you a land they call Wales…