"The Rhondda"

 

I live in the Rhondda, a valley now so green

Some say it's the nicest place that they have ever seen

 

No more mines and coal tips, that made the Rhondda grey

People there don't live in caves, like some folk used to say

 

The myths of miners singing when walking from the mine

On films and television it really does look fine

 

My father was a collier, in the mines he worked for years

In the end it killed him, causing us so many tears

 

Living in the Rhondda you don't really see much hate

The kindred spirit is still around, although it's not so great

 

In such a close community people pass the time of day

Not like up in London town where they look the other way

 

When visiting the Rhondda people get a big surprise

Because we are so friendly it opens up their eyes

 

Some evacuees who came here in nineteen forty two

Returned to live in Rhondda because they wanted to

 

I have lived here all my life and do not want to move

Writing down these words for you I've nothing left to prove

 

So why not make a visit, and come along and see

That living in the Rhondda is just the place to be.

 

by "Mr. Mushnick"

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