lumps of pwdin

In a green meadow, Iolo’s tune finds me lying in the grass staring at the sky, this ox sings to his brothers, a gift of consolation…

cainc yr aradwr - tune of the ploughboy

Fe gwyd yr haul er machlud heno     The sun will rise though it will set tonight

Fe gwyd y lloer yn ddisglair eto         The moon will rise gleaming again

Cwyd blodau haf o’r ddaear dirion     The summer flowers will rise from the gentle earth

Ond byth, byth ni chwyd fy nghalon     But never, never will my heart rise.

Fe gwyd yr haul, fe gwyd y lleuad     The sun will rise, the moon will rise

Fe gwyd y mor yn donnau irad        The ocean will raise terrible waves

Fe gwyd y gwynt yn uchel ddigon     The wind will raise high enough

Ni chwyd yr hiraeth byth o nghalon     The longing will never rise from my heart.

Fe gwyd yr haul pan ddel boreddydd   The sun will rise when comes the morning

Fe gwyd y tarth oddi ar y dolydd         The mist will rise off the meadows

Fe gwyd y gwlith oddi ar y meillion       The dew will rise off the clover

Gwae fi, pa bryd y cwyd fy nghalon        Poor me, when will my heart rise.

Ho, da machgen i, ho dere dere, o dere dere, ho, hai, ho…

“Ond swyn nid oes heno, nac annedd deg yno,

Aeth gwres yr hen groeso ar ffo dros y ffin,

Hwyr olau ar aelwyd na chongl o dan gronglwyd

Na thramwy, daearwyd ei werin.”  

- Alun Cilie 

This is a very old Welsh air, ‘pe cawn i hon’, that I stumbled through today, capturing the heavy rain, while sitting alone under the dark cliffs…

Woolly Strings

Sille Ilves playing the Hiiu-Kannel, Estonian bowed lyre

A tune I heard while wandering along the cliffs of Aberystwyth.  A Welsh galliard called Gwenynen Cwm Wig.

A portion of a wandering.  A free improv session, where I ended up trying to find a tune and not sure that I ever did.  Enjoy the heulwen (sunshine). 

Q & A

France

 ”The Dancing Master”, Playford’s

Ceri Rhys Matthews dancing with Julie Murphy at the Corelw Twmpath in Llandeilo

My favourite Welsh folk group has recently released a new album.  Take a listen.  Hwyl.

Gorse Only Blooms When…