Harebells

(Clychau'r Eon.)

(An old welsh folk song.)

As I was walking through the fields I bumped into a hare

I caught him by the ears and said, now bite me if you dare

He gave a little squeal and cried, if you will let me go

I'll take you to the valley where the harebells grow

Where the lovely harebells grow

Come come I'll take you to the valley where the harebells grow

Along the new mown hay we fled, in search of harebells blue

And sure enough we found a spot where thousands of them grew

Each trembling on its stalk as though surprised with sudden fear

And ringing out a tiny chime that only hares can hear

That only hares can hear

Come come, I'll take you to the valley where the harebells grow

Where the harebells grow.

Artist Lisa O'Malley