Capel Celyn

The wind that ruffles these lonely waters
Ruffled the hair of our sons and daughters
Out of the school room along the stone alley
To farms on the hillside and houses in the valley

Patterns and rhythms of life handed on
The lilt of our language a sharing of song

Liverpool city teeming with life
The sailor the docker the merchant his wife
All of them must be decently quartered
The masses of people provisioned and watered

The narrow necked valley just over the border
Perfect to dam up and fill up with water

They wanted more water
No permission was needed
We wanted our homes
But our needs went unheeded

So they took all our houses they bulldozed the chapel
Drove the sheep from the hill transported our cattle
They gave us the notice to dig up our dead
Compulsory purchase that's what they said

The house of our forefathers forfeit and we
Dispersed and forgotten a lost community

They wanted more water
No permission was needed
We wanted our homes
But our needs went unheeded

The wind that ruffles these lonely waters
Ruffled the hair of our sons and daughters
Out of the school room along the stone alley
Capel Celyn in the Tryweryn valley