A New South Wales

Pit shaft wheels turn for the last time

In the Rhondda tonight

The Davey lamps that shone so brightly

There's no more need for their light

As the last piece of coal is cut

From the belly of the black seamed hole

A man walks home alone

Past a church full of mourning souls

Throughout his lifetime he has fought

He has given his life

In tears the congregation sing

Cwm Rhondda Oh my Lord

Great is the rape of the fair country

To Botany Bay for my Great Grandfathers

Deportation sailed

Great so great is the fair country

Great is the need for a new South Wales

The slag heap stares

It blocks out the sky

It keeps this Rhondda grey

The stale beer spills from angry drinkers

Their arguments do the same

A choir voice cries it shatters the silence

Where's the future in this place

The question hangs unanswered

All eyes on a newborn babe

In another lifetime, men fought hard

Men gave their lives

For the charter that would save their sons

Cwm Rhondda Oh my Lord

Great, great change in the fair country

The future lies with the sons and daughters

South will meet with North

Say, say a prayer for the fair country

Great is the need for a new South Wales

Oh, someone hear my prayer

Oh, someone hear my prayer

Oh, someone hear my prayer

Oh, someone hear my prayer

For a new South Wales