David Of The White Rock

Dafydd y Garreg Wen

(After Ceiriog to this Welsh Air)

"All my powers wither, Death presses me hard; Bear my harp hither!" Sighed David the Bard.

"Thus while life lingers, In one lofty strain O, let my fond fingers Awake it again.

"Last night an angel Cried, 'David, come sound Christ's dear Evangel Death's valley around!'"

Wife and child harkened His harp's solemn swell; Till his eye darkened, And lifeless he fell.