:02:01
So I can close my eyes on my valley
as it is today and it is gone,
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and I see it as it was when I was a boy.
:02:09
Green it was, and possessed
of the plenty of the earth.
:02:12
In all Wales, there was none so beautiful.
:02:16
Everything I ever learnt as
a small boy came from my father,
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and I never found anything he ever told me
to be wrong or worthless.
:02:24
The simple lessons he taught me
are as sharp and clear in my mind
:02:28
as if I had heard them only yesterday.
:02:33
In those days, the black slag,
the waste of the coal pits,
:02:38
had only begun to cover the side of our hill,
:02:41
not yet enough to mar the countryside,
nor blacken the beauty of our village.
:02:48
For the colliery had only begun to poke
its skinny black fingers through the green.
:02:57
I can hear even now
the voice of my sister Angharad.
:03:00
Huw!
:03:08
Angharad!
:03:18
Coal miners were my father
and all my brothers, and proud of their trade.
:03:23
- Gwilym Morgan, three pounds seven.
- Thank you, sir.
:03:27
Lanto Morgan, three pounds seven.
:03:34
Ivor Morgan, three pounds seven.
:03:36
Davy Morgan, two pounds five.
:03:41
Owen Morgan, two pounds five.
:03:44
Young Gwilym Morgan, one pound ten.
:03:49
Someone would strike up a song,
:03:51
and the valley would ring
with the sound of many voices.
:03:55
For singing is in my people
as sight is in the eye.