Ar Lan Y Mor

Ar lan y more mae rhosys cochion;

Ar lan y more mae lilis gwynion;

Ar lan y more mae ‘nghariad inne

Yn cysgu’r nos a chodi’r bore.

Shall I go and tell Uncle Jack?

No. He’ll be home in an hour. Time enough for his world to end then.

So many things I will remember -

Those precious years we had together.

The sound of you is deep inside me;

And in my heart will live for ever;

Dear Mum and Dad,

Just a line to let you know that Auntie Rose and Uncle Jack’s son Gwyn has been killed in Sicily.

Was there a day when you stopped singing?

There may have been, and yet I doubt it.

The sound of you is deep inside me;

Now I must learn to live without it.

They are very unhappy.

Auntie Rose keeps crying and Uncle Jack just goes to the bottom of the garden and sits there instead of going to work.

Jack and me thought it would be a good idea if only I come back to Deptford and he stays here and becomes Auntie Rose’s and Uncle Jack’s son.

Then you’ve both got one each. That’s fair. I leave school soon so I could work on the railway with Uncle Jack. I like it here so it would be all right.

Love, Jack and Terry. Kiss, kiss, kiss.

No more todays. No more tomorrows.

The life you had was just beginning.

The time we shared was only borrowed.

But in my heart, you’ll go on singing.