Текст песни A Child's Christmas in Wales - John Owen-Jones

It was snowy
It was always snowing at Christmas

In my childhood sea-side town
Wrapped in wool and making mounds
Well, dousing fires and chasing cats
While postmen shiver on welcome mats

Hear the sound of the church bells ring
For midnight prayers as the rooster sings
He's calling out for Christmas
He's calling out for Christmas

In morning snow, I walk alone
To see believers trudging home
The scent of Christmas filled the air
Mistletoe hungs everywhere

Llond y lle o rannu gwen
Aiff y teimlad byth yn hen
Ma Santa Clos di bod
Ma Santa Clos di bod
It sounds like father Christmas
It sounds like father Christmas

For dinner we had Turkey and blazing pudding
And after dinner they enclose certain from different fire
Lucindol Button put their large moist hand over their watch gems
Grown a little and slept

After dinner, sleeping sound
Aunts and Uncles gather round
Telling tales and singing songs
That make us feel like we belong

And as I slowly fall to sleep
I hear music fill our street
They're singing out for Christmas
They're singing out for Christmas

They're singing out for Christmas
They're singing out for Christmas

I turn the gas on, I got into bed
I set some woods to the close and holy darkness
And then I slept