Rev Hammer Ole Welsh Soul
We crossed the border 'tween England and Wales,
With a modern load on ancient trails,
Stopping where the circus used to go.
Followed the map past Owens place.
Feasted on Vymwy's mystic grace,
Saying, "Oh, God, bless the valley below".
We were shattered by the rivers' edge,
In the cleavage of the dirt,
Counting piles of golden leaves,
For whatever it was worth.
Oh, that was a place to go,
Down that 'ole Dolgellau road,
Let it roll and let it roll,
I want to feel some of that
'Ole Welsh soul.
Let it roll and let it roll.
Where water paints the mountainsides,
Gliding down in silver tides,
Reflecting many things we need to know.
We drank our drinks when Harlech drank,
Sang its song and left our thanks,
Saying, "Oh, God, bless the valley below."
I remember you as we drove into
A town you knew was home.
Where the machinery
You could hear it groan.
Oh, what a place to go,
Down on that 'ole Dolgellau road,
Let it roll and let it roll,
I want to feel some of that
'Ole Welsh soul.
Let it roll and let it roll.
Breakfast at Dil's diner and a camera at Swallowfalls,
In the slate caverns of Blaenau Ffestiniog
Climbing up Garth Bach.
And looking back, looking back to Y Bryn,
The 'ole farmhouse.
I'm looking back t'wards the future, don't you know?
Out there in that morning chill,
We flew our flags upon that hill,
When something in the distance started to glow.
Then above our heads three fighters flew,
You looked at me and I looked at you,
Saying, "Oh, God, bless the valley below."
Now, if I'm to take you back
Upon the music of the road,
You must close your eyes and ears my dear,
And move it into your soul,
Oh, what a place to go,
Down on that 'ole Dolgellau road.
Let it roll and let it roll.
I want to feel some of that
‘Ole Welsh soul.
Let it roll and let it roll.
