Hazel Whyte
Rising Of The Lark
Celtic Songs and Traditional Ballads
Modern
and
Traditional
Folk Music
Codiad Yr Hedydd

1. Clyw! Clyw! for eu ol glod,
O! fwyn ed yw'r defn yn-nau'n dod,
O wynfa lân i lawr.
A'i mân ddefnynnau cân,
Aneirif lu ryw dyrfa lân,
Ddihangodd gyda'r wawr?
Mud yw'r awel ar y waun,
A brig y grug, yn esmyth gryn.
Gwrando mae yr aber gain,
Ac yn y brwyn ymguddia'i hun.
Mor nefol serchol ydydw'r sain,
Sy'n dod i swyno dyn.

2. Cwyd, cwyd ehedydd, cwyd,
O le i le ar aden lwyd.
Yn uwch, yn uwch o hyd:
A dôs yn nes at lawen lu
Cân, cân dy nodau cu,
Adawodd boen y byd.
Canu mae, a'r byd a glyw
Ei alaw lon o uchel le:
Cyfyd hiraeth dynol ryw,
Ar ôl ei lais i froydd ne':
Yn nes at Ddydd, yn nes at Dduw
I fyny fel efe!


Rising Of The Lark

1. Rise, rise, thou merry lark,
Whose upward flight I love to mark,
At early dawn of day.
Leave, leave, thy mossy lair,
With light wing cleave the yielding air,
And carol forth thy lay!
Sweet, oh sweet the honeyed note
That swells within thy warbling throat!
'Tis a stream of melody
That steals the raptured soul away,
Delightful harbinger of day
My blessing go with thee!

2. Night's ling'ring shades are fled,
And Phoebus, from his ocean bed
Through aether wings his flight.
Oh! let my music sweet
His presence with glad welcome greet
In ditties of delight!
Higher yet, still higher fly
Still soaring upward to the sky;
As when, in Eden's fairest grove
Unto the new created pair
You first did tune, to music rare,
A merry song of love!
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