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When I was a boy

back in Sydney,

New South Wales,
my Grandfather used to
sing of his home

across the sea.

His deep voice rising
(SING)
00000

The mist... on the mountains...

The rivers... running free...
The big men...

walking home...

from the mines...

The coal dust...
clinging to them...

as they slow-Iy...
climb the hill...

If I... could see
The Rhondda...

one more time...

If I... could see....
the Rhondda...

once again...

And walk... where I used

to run... as a child...
The dust... from the coal...

made its mark

upon my soul...

I'd love... to see...
Five hundred...

voices singing...
Five hundred...
voices singing...

in the chapel... on the hill...

the day... my old Grandpa...
passed away...

But I... didn' t cry...

0n the day... that he died...

Cos I know... where
my old grandpa...

went that day...

He's walking down...
through Tylerstown...
In the Rhondda...

of his dreams...

He's standing... on a hill...
above the mines...

The choirs... fill the air...'

as he's proud-ly

standing there...
He's singing...

in the Rhondda...

one more time...
He's singing... in the

Rhondda...
once again...

He walks...
where he used

to run... as a child...

The dust... from

the coal...
made its mark

upon his soul...

And he's gone...

to see... the Rhondda...
one more time...

One more ti-...me...
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Title
If I Could See The Rhondda One More Time
Artist
David Alexander
Brand
Myfanwy Music
Codes
MYFANWY-17 DA01-11
Genre
gen z singer-songwriter