Bitter Lands of Llydaw lyrics

Brambles war arises this year

In a primeval moon of May,

The fern is dressed

Make up done,

An empire of moss around.

Infamous tribes burned our cattle

We fled south down to build our castle

Riding the sea,

Singing an old shanty

Straight up to Armorika !

And I fled to bitter lands of Llydaw

War douaroù c'hwerv.

And I fled to bitter lands of sorrow

Douaroù c'hwerv.

Over lands, fields and barley

Ferry Banks, South Valley

My territories, banks and lands

My rivers, oaks and sand.

We will live on, safe and strong,

We're not expecting world to turn wrong

We are not citizens of money kingdom

Come to live and ride with freedom.

And I fled to bitter lands of Llydaw

War douaroù c'hwerv.

And I fled to bitter lands of sorrow

Douaroù c'hwerv.

• Artist:Dom Duff
• Album:Babel pow wow