Memories like voices that call on the wind -
Medhel an gwyns, medhel an gwyns -
Whispered and tossed on the tide coming in -
Medhel, oh, medhel an gwyns.
Voices like songs that are heard in the dawn -
Medhel an gwyns, medhel an gwyns -
Singing the secrets of children unborn -
Medhel, oh, medhel an gwyns.
Dreams like the memories once born on the wind -
Medhel an gwyns, medhel an gwyns -
Lovers and children, and copper and tin -
Medhel, oh, medhel an gwyns.
Dreams like the castles that sleep in the sand -
Medhel an gwyns, medhel an gwyns -
Slipped through the fingers or held in the hand -
Medhel, oh, medhel an gwyns.
Songs like the dreams the ball-maiden spins -
Medhel an gwyns, medhel an gwyns -
Weaving the song of the cry of the tin -
Medhel, oh, medhel an gwyns
*Music*
Medhel an gwyns, medhel an gwyns -
Medhel, oh, medhel an gwyns.