HARRI WEBB

The Girl On Pen-y fan

To Pen-y fan on a midsummer morning

To see the sun rise I did go

And many a young man walked beside me

To have my answer, yes or no.

And when we came to the highest Beacon

A stalwart farmer took my hand.

Look northward, love, to the tower of Brecon,

Was ever such a fair green land?

And I am master of of herds and harvests

And they are yours if you'll be mine,

But in the valley all was misty

And I waited for the sun to shine.

And next there came a laughing sailor,

He held me to him and did say,

Look westward, love, to the sparkling water

And see the ships upon Swansea bay.

And I'm the captain of a tall vessel,

I'll wed you with a ring of gold

And to the world's end you shall travel.

But still my heart I did withold.

And then spoke up a bold young haulier,

Look southward, love, where the forges glow

In Merthyr, Dowlais and Cyfarthfa,

And there with me I'd have you go.

On Pen-y-fan as dawn was breaking

His loving eyes looked into mine

And the mist vanished from the mountain

And the midsummer sun began to shine.