The Lass of Brecon
This is the street I live on
Yes, this is the street I live on
That's where we'll head when pints
Cease to magically appear
Go trap the animal and see
If it wants to feed eternally
On the remains of our feast
Or on the remnants of our siege
Crowds were demob-happy
Yes, we were demob-happy
The dear knows who'll revisit
This bright-headed fury
Trenches
Where lies our ignorance
Can be more than trusted
To shape the day along
Branches
And Caledonian grass
They'll seldom hold dear
Such fragrance of the past
Oceans
And barren continents
They are modestly armed
For the secrets we're let in on
The acquired taste
To marvel at the extent
Of all sunken attempts
Shall leave with you along
Now, we're all set
For an everlasting silence
No more temples, nor shrines to let go
No more green hills to vanish into
Take a seat by the clearest window
Watch our old town rendered hollow
As fugitive thoughts circle your mind
Birds of prey will chase your stout pint
We were a world discovered through
Those gated pools of mirrored blue
I'll keep your fugue on the shoreline
I'll hear your words as you run by
Red and white flags for us to follow
Diolch yn fawr for endless sorrow
Will you
Be the Lass
Of Brecon?
Of Brecon?
Will you
Be the Lass
Of Brecon?
Of Brecon?
Will you
Be the Lass
Of Brecon?
Of Brecon?
Will you
Be the Lass
Of Brecon?
Of Brecon?
Yes, this is the street I live on
That's where we'll head when pints
Cease to magically appear
Go trap the animal and see
If it wants to feed eternally
On the remains of our feast
Or on the remnants of our siege
Crowds were demob-happy
Yes, we were demob-happy
The dear knows who'll revisit
This bright-headed fury
Trenches
Where lies our ignorance
Can be more than trusted
To shape the day along
Branches
And Caledonian grass
They'll seldom hold dear
Such fragrance of the past
Oceans
And barren continents
They are modestly armed
For the secrets we're let in on
The acquired taste
To marvel at the extent
Of all sunken attempts
Shall leave with you along
Now, we're all set
For an everlasting silence
No more temples, nor shrines to let go
No more green hills to vanish into
Take a seat by the clearest window
Watch our old town rendered hollow
As fugitive thoughts circle your mind
Birds of prey will chase your stout pint
We were a world discovered through
Those gated pools of mirrored blue
I'll keep your fugue on the shoreline
I'll hear your words as you run by
Red and white flags for us to follow
Diolch yn fawr for endless sorrow
Will you
Be the Lass
Of Brecon?
Of Brecon?
Will you
Be the Lass
Of Brecon?
Of Brecon?
Will you
Be the Lass
Of Brecon?
Of Brecon?
Will you
Be the Lass
Of Brecon?
Of Brecon?
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