Hiraeth

The land of my fathers
The home of the free
The spirit of ages
Of one century
On valley and hilltop
On see and on land
The heavens are pouring
From Gods mighty hand

And the light of truth
shall set us free

And the sun will rise
And the land will breath
In this place we will praise
in harmony
And all will stand
As one who believe
In this place we will praise
in harmony