Testo Turn No More

In the places of my boyhood
The pit-wheels turn no more
Nor any furnace lightens
The midnight as of yore

The slopes of slag and cinder
Are sulking on the rain
And in derelict valleys The hope of youth is slain

And yet I love to wander
The early ways I went
And watch from doors and bridges
The hills and skies of Gwent

In [?]
The vandals out of hell
Ransacked and mobbed forever
The wooded hill and dale

They [?] and bruised and plundered
[?] their greed was great
And slunk away and purchased The medals of the stakes

And yet I love to wander
The early ways I went
And watch from doors and bridges
The hills and skies of Gwent

Though blighted be the valleys
Where man meets man with pain
The things by boyhood cherished
Stand firm and shall remain

Though blighted be the valleys
Where man meets man with pain
The things by boyhood cherished
Stand firm and shall remain

Though blighted be the valleys
Where man meets man with pain
The things by boyhood cherished
Stand firm and shall remain

Though blighted be the valleys
Where man meets man with pain
The things by boyhood cherished
Stand firm and shall remain

Though blighted be the valleys
Where man meets man with pain
The things by boyhood cherished
Stand firm and shall remain

Though blighted be the valleys
Where man meets man with pain
The things by boyhood cherished
Stand firm and shall remain

Though blighted be the valleys
Where man meets man with pain
The things by boyhood cherished
Stand firm and shall remain

[repeat and fade out]