Joyce's Song Lyrics

Come and lay in God's little acre

When the music plays in the valley

Musicians, songwriters, poets and painters

Bands and choirs along with the lasers

Away from the hustle and bustle of life

Where fire-breathing dragons appear at night

Away from the crowds there's a chill-out tent

For festival-goers who like to lament

Eveyone's family here in the Cwm

Where singers and dancers and artists bloom

Their talents encouraged both young and old

In colours dressed so bright and so bold

Valley music is best for sure

Especially the sack-race that's back to the future

At the end of the fest all we have left are crop circles

At the end of the fest all we have left are crop circles

At the end of the fest all we have left are crop circles

Crop circles

The sun machine is coming down and we're gonna have a party

The sun machine is coming down and we're gonna have a party

The sun machine is coming down and we're gonna have a party

The sun machine is coming down and we're gonna have a party

The sun machine is coming down and we're gonna have a party

The sun machine is coming down and we're gonna have a party

The sun machine is coming down and we're gonna have a party

The sun machine is coming down and we're gonna have a party

The sun machine is coming down and we're gonna have a party

The sun machine is coming down and we're gonna have a party