Memories of the past, in times of strife
The breath of Nye Bevan bought alive,
The ghost of Dic Penderyn, the hosts of Rebecca
In a pitch black night, fiercely unbroken,
The faithful still gathering that storms cannot fade
History remembered, struggle as hope,
Stitches of time, clothed in rebellious man
Dreams bought alive, surviving clear and true,
In books of precious thought, giving hope in darkness
Ideological treasures for eternity, to set minds free,
Sparks of imagination, withstanding the tests of time
Beams of reason,glowing like tempests on the eternal sea.
