Oh, I often think of you The hour before it rains Across the broken days That brought me home again You walked into my life Awoke my spirit soul You saved me from my deep Farewell, my wanderer's home Oh, the life upon your lips Your heart could not foresee The tangle I became That brings me home again Oh, embrace another fall My year is worn and cold To you, I bare my soul My summer's almost gone Oh, so blue will turn to grey And out upon the shire All through the frost and rain I make my home Mi glywais fod yr 'Hedydd, Wedi marw ar y mynydd; Pe gwyddwn i mai gwir y geiriau, Awn a gyrr o wŷr ac arfau, I gyrchu corff yr 'Hedydd adre I gyrchu corff yr 'Hedydd adre. (I heard that the Lark Has died on the mountain; If I knew these words were true, I would go with a group of men and arms, To fetch the Lark's body home, To fetch the Lark's body home)