The mighty mountains changeless stand.
Tireless the winds across them blow;
The shepherd's song across the land
Sounds with the dawn so long ago.
Still around with rocks each day
The bright white daisies nod and climb.
Only the shepherds cannot stay
Upon those hills till end of time.
Old Welsh customs need must change
As years progress from age to age.
The generations each arrange
Their own brief patterns of the page.
After his long watch on the hill
Alun Mabon too has gone.
Yet lives the ancient language still,
And still the melodies play on.
Ceiriog Hughes - 1832 - 87 ~~
Images are of Snowdonia Mountains in NW Wales