The quiet peaceful land of Wales
Where sheep wander around freely
The fresh wind blows in your face
The pretty tinkle of the rivers
Who would want to leave this land?
The land of the happy, of the playful
The streams run by in no hurry.
The breeze, the sun and the grass
They all seem to be different
Wales has no equal at all.
A world of friendly people
Of very happy people.
Oh how I love and long for Wales-
The land of happiness, of mountains.
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