Young Llewelyn

By the bridge on the River Conway Where the cypress watch the sea They still sing of a young Llewellyn Under swaying evening trees As the western sunset dies Young Llewellyn comes alive He was only two and 20 And his world was on the shore When the king came to steal his homeland Turning everywhere to war In the rising battle cries Young Llewellyn, he did ride He became our fallen angel And his name, it still lives on We will sing of the young Llewellyn While the pride of us lives on While the pride of us lives on Young Llewellyn's never gone On the ground of a cold November Young Llewellyn stood and fought They were fighting to show the tyrant What could be taken and what could not Under heaven's watchful eye Young Llewellyn, bravely died He became our fallen angel And his name it still lives on We will sing of young Llewellyn While the pride of us lives on While the pride of us lives on There's an undiscovered country Deep within the human heart And the tyrants are all around us We are called on to do our part There's a hero's role to play Like Llewellyn's yesterday To become a fallen angel So that freedom will live on Sing the song of young Llewellyn So the pride of man lives on Where the pride of man lives on Young Llewellyn's never gone