Awake in Wales, where morning's light,
Casts gold on hills, a welcome sight,
The song of Cymru, strong and near.
The dragon stirs in hearts so bold,
In valleys green and mountains old,
Each breath a tale of ancient days,
Of heroes' paths and bardic ways.
From Eryri's peak to Pembroke's shore,
In every stone, a story more,
Of Cymru's pride, a spirit free,
In land and lore, our legacy.
The dawn breaks soft on Cardiff's bay,
Where waves in whispered cadence play,
And in the air, the language sings,
A melody on gentle wings.
To walk these lands, where daffodils,
Adorn the slopes and grace the hills,
Is to embrace a timeless grace,
A heritage we proudly trace.
So rise with joy, a Welsh heart true,
Beneath a sky of azure hue,
For in this land, our roots run deep,
In Cymru's arms, our dreams we keep.
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