Paul Robeson - Land Of My Fathers

Dear land of my fathers, whose glories were told

By bard and by minstrel who loved thee of old;

Dear country whose sires, that their sons might be free,

Have suffered and perished for thee!

Wales! Wales! Land of mist and wild,

Where'er I roam,

Though far from my home,

The mother is calling her child

The Lord of great Snowdon in brave days of yore

for thee fought for freedom by Mona's green shore

their courage undaunted inspires all our lays

our harps ere resound to their praise.

Wales! Wales! Land of mist and wild,

Where'er I roam,

Though far from my home,

The mother is calling her child

Wales! Wales! Land of mist and wild,

Where'er I roam,

Though far from my home,

The mother is calling her child