From the recording Y Glomen - The Dove
As I walked out one May morning So pleasantly among the trees There I spied a dove complaining Lamenting for her own true love What shall I do?
A nesu wnes yn nes i wrando Beth oedd y gangen ferch yn gwyno A nesu wnes a gofyn iddi o gentlest dove, o fairest one what is your hardship?
O gentle dove don’t be complaining The sun will surely rise again And when it the trees will blossom You’ll remember well when summer comes It brings the hawks to roam
There by the trees I heard the dove Complaining for her own true love There on her neck i saw the bells Golden ones where long ago My own two arms were
Oh long ago, many a time I held her in my arms Lle bu’n faith Do lawer gwaith Fy nwy fraich innau