Spoken...
WHEN I WAS A LITTLE BOY
BACK IN SYDNEY
NEW SOUTH WALES
MY GRANDPA USED TO SING
OF HIS HOME ACROSS THE SEA
HIS DEEP VOICE RISING
IN THE STILL AUSTRALIAN AIR
AND THIS IS WHAT
MY GRANDPA SANG TO ME
Begin Singing...
THE MIST ON THE MOUNTAINS
THE RIVERS RUNNING FREE
THE BIG MEN WALKING HOME
FROM THE MINES
THE COAL DUST
CLINGING TO THEM
AS THEY SLOWLY
CLIMB THE HILLS
IF I COULD SEE THE RHONDDA
ONE MORE TIME
IF I... COULD SEE THE RHONDDA
ONCE AGAIN
AND WALK WHERE I USED
TO RUN AS A CHILD
THE DUST FROM THAT COAL
MADE ITS MARK UPON MY SOUL
I'D LOVE TO SEE THE RHONDDA
ONE MORE TIME
FIVE HUNDRED VOICES SINGING
IN THE CHAPEL ON THE HILL
THE DAY THAT MY OLD GRANDPA
PASSED AWAY
BUT I... DIDN'T CRY
ON THE DAY THAT HE DIED
'CAUSE I KNOW WHERE
MY OLD GRANDPA
WENT THAT DAY
HE'S WALKING DOWN
THROUGH TYLORSTOWN
IN THE RHONDDA
OF HIS DREAMS
HE'S STANDING ON A HILL
ABOVE THE MINES
THE CHOIRS FILL THE AIR
AS HE'S PROUDLY
STANDING THERE
HE'S SINGING IN THE RHONDDA
ONE MORE TIME
HE'S SINGING IN THE RHONDDA
ONCE AGAIN
HE WALKS WHERE HE USED
TO RUN AS A CHILD
THE DUST FROM THAT COAL
MADE ITS MARK UPON HIS SOUL
AND HE'S GONE
TO SEE THE RHONDDA
ONE MORE TIME.....