A journey too long, far from home
To have walked with the Grey King and amoungst the giants of old
I once felt your touch and drank in your name
Now but a part of my mortal memory
Farewell, farewell to the grey folk that dwell
In the blackened mists of the mountain's chair
Farewell, farewell to the last of the gods,
From the realm of Brenhin Llwyd
Farewell to this old oak
Your branches all twisted and torn
Farewell to the grey mountain
Your fame now fades before my eyes
To have walked with the Grey King and amoungst the giants of old
I once felt your touch and drank in your name
Now but a part of my mortal memory
Farewell, farewell to the grey folk that dwell
In the blackened mists of the mountain's chair
Farewell, farewell to the last of the gods,
From the realm of Brenhin Llwyd
Farewell to this old oak
Your branches all twisted and torn
Farewell to the grey mountain
Your fame now fades before my eyes