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I was walking on the coast road |
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When the harbor came in view |
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It was there |
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I saw the hilltop |
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That I used to walk with you |
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We'd sing of the old country |
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Now it's such a lonesome climb |
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Our world faded once when you were mine |
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Why is true love so difficult to find |
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Wish you were here to see it with me one more time |
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Lala lala, lala lala, lala lala, lala |
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Wish you were here to sing it with me one more time |
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Those economic vultures |
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Stole our dreams and told us tales |
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Then they towed away our culture |
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To their depot in south |
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WalesCorporations get the tax breaks |
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While the city gets the crime |
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The profit's going somewhere |
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But it isn't yours or mine |
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Still we blindly trust in the divine |
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Let's sing for the old country, come on, one more time |
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Lala lala, lala lala, lala lala, ooh |
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Let's sing it loud with feeling, come on, one more time |
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You know I must be leaving |
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And I know you've got to stay |
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But you know that |
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I'll be grieving |
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When you're so far away |
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And if this should be the last time |
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I should ever see your face |
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Let's part with no hard feeling |
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And a positive embrace |
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And I will speak well of you |
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When they ask when you were mine |
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Till then the jet stream up above |
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Shows us the warning signs |
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Till we meet again bravely walk the line |
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Let's sing it loud with feeling, come on, one more time |
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Lala lala, lala lala, lala lala, ooh |
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Let's sing for the old country, come on, one more, one more time |
