DESCRIPTION:
(see below for TRANSLATION of 'The Spirit of our Land' / 'Spyrys agan Tir')

Awake! Awake! Leave your slumber,
Lover of mine, open your eyes;
In them let the sun sparkle:
Let us away to Carn Galva,
There we shall surely feel the spirit of our land.

She offers me her sweet hand.
And we breathe the fresh air deeply.
We see the splendid ruin of an engine house
And approaching Men Skrifa,
We feel the powerful magic and the spirit of our land.

Let us walk
Amid the dew on the moor,
Surrounded by heather and gorse
And before us the Lord God.

As we climb the crags of the hillside,
Our hearts at one, a kestrel
Flies majestically overhead.
Let us walk through the bracken:
Who wants to discover the spirit of our land?

We gaze down as far as Porth Meor,
The sun is glistening on the sea.
Through the calm, misty morning,
From the summit of Carn Galva,
We feel, clear and distinct, the spirit of our land.

Let us walk
Amid the dew on the moor,
Surrounded by heather and gorse
And before us the Lord God.

There we shall walk each and every day
When we're old like the granite
And our faces resemble it.
We shall draw ever nearer to the heavens
And find in the uplands the spirit of our land.

Let us walk
Amid the dew on the moor,
Surrounded by heather and gorse
And before us the Lord God.

[Repeat chorus until end of song]