Land of My Fathers (Remastered)

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!
Wherever 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 here 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.