To live in this land known as Wales.
On the cold damp misty mornings,
Full of drizzle and the rain,
The thoughts of poor weather,
Haunts your mind again.
Don't ever be disheartened,
Because we may dislike the weather,
But the plants, the trees and flowers need water,
To flourish again to live forever.
We are lucky to have this weather,
Which helps to make our land so green,
Because we can also have the pleasure,
Of this lands beauty to be seen.
So when you're feeling full of sorrow,
Because of the drizzle, rain and hail,
Thank god you were born lucky,
To live in this land known as Wales.
Written by David Boyce
10 May 2013
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