Lands of my memory call to me,
Winds singing hymns in the heather,
And oer the meadows my heart shall see
Melodies dancing forever.
Sing, oh my heart of the gloaming sea,
Sing of the sweet misted weather.
Ere shall my spirit a-longing be
Til I may tarry there ever.

Soft through the valleys the piper's song
Wafts on the winds of the evening.
Firelight carries my dreams along
Dreaming is near to believing.
Smile, oh my heart in the morning's chill
Smile, for the green vales are calling.
Heart, tell me I shall do as I will,
Linger as twilight is falling.

Hark, how the music doeth sweetly call,
Comes unto me like a lover.
Holding me close til the evening's fall,
Dreaming a dream like no other.
Lands of my memory call to me,
Winds singing hymns in the heather,
And oer the meadows my heart shall see
Melodies dancing forever.

(Mistress Bronwen o Gydweli, August 24th, A.S. XXXIII, 1998)