The mist on the mountains, the rivers running free
The big men walking home from the mine
The coal dust clinging to them as they slowly 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 that coal, made it's mark upon my soul, I'd love to see the Rhondda one more time
500 voices singing in a chapel on a hill
The day that my old grandpa passed away
But I didn't cry on he day that he died
'Cause I know where my grandpa went that day
He's walking down to Tylerstown in the Rhondda of his dreams
He's standing on a hill above the mine
The choir fills the air as he's proudly 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 that coal made it's mark upon his soul
And he's gone to see the Rhondda one more time.
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Lyrics submitted by Carl Cox.