Translated by A. Z. Foreman - Ty'r Ysgol lyrics

The chimneys smoke despite contrary winds, And someone comes, at times, to sweep the floor And open windows out, though no one since The great dispersal lives there anymore Save on vacation for a month of rest From city life in rural August air, To stroll around till people are perplexed To see us back in town, and start to stare; And everybody wonders why, today, We, who lost mom and dad in years gone by, Hold on to this old home a world away. That's how it is, and I do not know why, Unless for fear the buried parents might Sense somehow that the doors had been locked tight.