The Land of our Fathers ft. Dai Woolridge Lyrics

The Land of our Fathers

Of the dads and the mams

The lands of the dats of the gus and grans

The land of the bryns of the glyns the wyns and siâns

A wide open space land

Cluttered with clusters of churches and chapels

But it's not just the pews and the pulpits

It's also the pits

A land with a rich soil dug down deep to find more more than just gold

But Black anthracite coal

That lit up a hearth of hireith in every single home

Worship Overflowing hymns of hwyl sung praises

to the one who's all knowing

pews bursting at the coal seams

And so it seems that these houses of song were packed to the rafters

Here is love over-spilling flowing filling the river Taff

This wide open space land

The hills are alive with the sound of singing

Dyma Gariad Mia Glwyaf Bread of Heaven

So guide me o thou great redeemer

For in this Land of our Fathers

may we join in with the prayers of those who have gone before us

Of the gus and the grans the wyns and the sian-ys

Who once treaded these lush green grass hills and valleys

We have a hireith but it's more than coming home

It's a deep longing for our home to come home

We are the prodigal in the pits of despair

calling from the coal-face longing for embrace wrestling for air

I don't just wanna sing from these ragged humans lungs

I wanna sing from the boots of my soul

Joining the prodigals as we sing towards home

'Cause in this wide open space land

We're never alone

In this land - you're our father breathing life to these bones

Let me all Thy love accepting

Love Thee ever all my days

Let me seek Thy kingdom only

And my life be to Thy praise

Thou alone shalt be my glory

Nothing in this world I see

Thou hast cleansed and sanctified me

Thou Thyself hast set me free