I don't know if this is the full lyric. I'll have to go back and listen to it again. In addition to Meic Stevens himself, Mabsant (Siwsan George and Stuart Brown) did a good version of it some years ago (with Steve Whitehead on woodwind).

Tryweryn (Meic Stevens - perhaps the first song he wrote in Welsh)

Mae'r blodau yn yr ardd yn hardd
Mae rhosyn ger y drws yn dlws;
Ond nid yw'r blodau'n tyfu nawr
Mewn pridd o dan y creigiau mawr

Dwr oer sy'n cysgu yn Nhryweryn . . .

Mae'r dwr uwchben fy nhy yn ddu,
Mae'r pysgod yn y llyn yn wyn,
Ond nid ywor blodau'n tyfu nawr
mewn ty o dan y creigiau mawr.

Dwr oer . . .

Mae'r blodau'n tyfu'n hardd;
Mae'r dail yn cwympo i lawr;
Mae'r bobl wedi mynd;
Mae'r blodau ar y llawr.

Dwr oer . . .


The flowers in the garden are beautiful;
Roses round the door are pretty;
But the flowers are not growing now
In the house beneath the great crags.

Cold water is sleeping in Tryweryn . . .

The water above my house is black,
The fish in the lake is white,
But the flowers are not growing now
In the house beneath the great crags.

Cold water . . .

The flowers are growing beautifully;
The leaves are falling down;
The people have gone;
The flowers are on the ground.

Cold water . . .


Bobby Bob