Land of Dragons (A Welsh Serenade)
In the land of dragons, where legends dwell
Welsh folks live, with stories to tell
From Snowdon's peak to Cardiff Bay
They sing and laugh, in their unique way
Oh, the Welsh, with their wit so bright
Under the shadow of castles, in the moonlight
With a sheep or two, in every sight
In Wales, every day is a delight
In Pembrokeshire, where the coastlines stretch
Welsh cakes cook, and plans they sketch
To conquer the world, with a choir's song
In Wales, you'll never feel alone for long
With a love for rugby, and a pint in hand
Across the valleys, together they stand
From Llandudno's pier to Barry Island's sands
Welsh humour, like their castles, grand
Oh, the Welsh, in their rain-soaked lands
Creating beauty, with their own hands
From Brecon Beacons to the Gower's golden bands
Wales's glory, the world understands
Let's not forget, the slate mines deep
Where echoes of history, in the mountains creep
But with a cheeky smile, and a Welsh cake to keep
The Welsh spirit, is a treasure to reap
Where the leeks grow tall and the daffodils smile
Welsh humour flows mile after mile
From a kitchen, a coat to a dance in the aisle
In Wales every moment's worth your while
So here's to Wales, with its hills and dales
Where the dragon's breath, in the wind prevails
With their witty ways, and tales of Wales
The heart of Wales, forever sails
Welsh folks live, with stories to tell
From Snowdon's peak to Cardiff Bay
They sing and laugh, in their unique way
Oh, the Welsh, with their wit so bright
Under the shadow of castles, in the moonlight
With a sheep or two, in every sight
In Wales, every day is a delight
In Pembrokeshire, where the coastlines stretch
Welsh cakes cook, and plans they sketch
To conquer the world, with a choir's song
In Wales, you'll never feel alone for long
With a love for rugby, and a pint in hand
Across the valleys, together they stand
From Llandudno's pier to Barry Island's sands
Welsh humour, like their castles, grand
Oh, the Welsh, in their rain-soaked lands
Creating beauty, with their own hands
From Brecon Beacons to the Gower's golden bands
Wales's glory, the world understands
Let's not forget, the slate mines deep
Where echoes of history, in the mountains creep
But with a cheeky smile, and a Welsh cake to keep
The Welsh spirit, is a treasure to reap
Where the leeks grow tall and the daffodils smile
Welsh humour flows mile after mile
From a kitchen, a coat to a dance in the aisle
In Wales every moment's worth your while
So here's to Wales, with its hills and dales
Where the dragon's breath, in the wind prevails
With their witty ways, and tales of Wales
The heart of Wales, forever sails
Credits
Writer(s): Kerry Williams
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