AT THE END OF THE NINETEEN
FOURTEEN EIGHTEEN WAR
THE WEARY MEN RETURNED
FROM THE BATTLEFIELDS
OF EUROPE
TO A LAND FIT FOR HEROES
BUT SOMEHOW
THINGS DIDN'T TURN OUT
QUITE THAT WAY
IN JUST A FEW YEARS
THE MINE OWNERS
OF SOUTH WALES
TOLD THE MINERS
YOU'LL WORK LONGER HOURS
FOR LESS WAGES
BUT IN THE STREETS OF PORTH
IN THE RHONDDA VALLEY
THE BATTLE CRY ROSE
NOT A MINUTE ON THE DAY
AND NOT A PENNY OFF OUR PAY
AND THE MINERS
WENT ON STRIKE
IT WAS A LONG
AND A BITTER FIGHT
TIMES WERE HARD AND
CHILDREN WENT HUNGRY
MANY FAMILIES
LEFT THE VALLEYS
TO SEEK A BETTER LIFE
IN THE BIG CITIES
ALL OVER THE WORLD
THIS SONG
IS DEDICATED TO THEM
AND THEIR DESCENDANTS
WHEREVER THEY MAY BE
YOU LEFT YOUR
HOMES AND VALLEYS
ALL THOSE YEARS AGO
LIKE MANY OF THE
YOUNG MEN AT THE TIME
AND AS YOU LEFT THE STATION
YOU KNEW YOU WERE LEAVING
THE RIVERS
AND THE MOUNTAINS
AND THE MINES
YOU CAME INTO THE CITIES
LEFT YOUR FRIENDS AT HOME
TO MAKE YOURSELF
A BETTER LIFE WAS YOUR AIM
BUT THE HEARTBEAT
OF THE RHONDDA
IS NOT A THING YOU SEE
BUT IT'S ALWAYS
CALLING OUT YOUR NAME
COME HOME, COME HOME
TO WHERE YOU BELONG
BACK TO THE RHONDDA
YOUR LAND OF SONG
THE BRIGHT LIGHTS
OF THE CITIES
ARE NOT WHAT THEY SEEM
COME HOME, RHONDDA BOY
TO YOUR VALLEY SO GREEN
NOW ALL YOUR
LIFE'S BEEN LONELY
SINCE YOU LEFT YOUR HOME
AND NOW YOU SEE
THAT NOTHING CAN COMPARE
WHERE ELSE
IN ALL THIS WIDE WORLD
CAN YOU STAND ON A HILLSIDE
AND HEAR A THOUSAND VOICES
FILL THE AIR
COME HOME, COME HOME
TO WHERE YOU BELONG
BACK TO THE RHONDDA
YOUR LAND OF SONG
THE BRIGHT LIGHTS
OF THE CITIES
ARE NOT WHAT THEY SEEM
COME HOME, RHONDDA BOY
TO YOUR VALLEY SO GREEN
COME ON HOME, RHONDDA BOY
TO YOUR VALLEY SO GREEN.....