The peaks of Snowdonia rise to the sky
And the scenery here so divine,
The pastures of green and the ranges before me
That glow as the sunlight does shine,
As I say bore da to the land of such beauty
For my friends are each mountain and field,
Good morning to all of God's creatures and flowers
And all of their glory they yield.
I walk through the meadows enchanting and peaceful
My heart is now lost to their grace,
The joy that I feel will belong here forever
And my thoughts shall remain of this place,
As I say bore da to the land of such wonder
For my friends are the valleys and streams,
Good morning to all of God's creatures and flowers
For this is the home of my dreams.
The lakes are a mirror so still and inspiring
The breeze over water now sails,
Through moorlands of heather in violet September
Which climb on the slopes of the vales,
As I say bore da to the land of such treasure
For my friends are the forests that grow,
Good morning to all of God's creatures and flowers
In nature's most wonderful show.
ANDREW BLAKEMORE
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