A Child's Christmas in Wales

In my childhood sea-side town Wrapped in wool and making mounds For dousing fires and chasing cats Whilst postmen shiver on welcome mats Hear the sound of the church bells ring For midnight prayers, as the rooster sings He's calling out for Christmas He's calling out for Christmas In morning snow, I'd walk alone To see believers trudging home The scent of Christmas fills the air And mistletoe hangs everywhere Llond y lle o rannu gwên Aiff y teimlad byth yn hen Ma Santa Clos di bod Ma Santa Clos di bod It sounds like Father Christmas It sounds like Father Christmas After dinner, sleeping sound Aunts and Uncles gather round Telling tales and singing songs That make us feel like we belong And as I slowly fall to sleep I hear music fill our street They're singing out for Christmas They're singing out for Christmas They're singing out for Christmas They're singing out for Christmas