From my love there came a letter
(La la la la la la la la la la la.)
Sent from Towyn, where I met her
(La la la la la la la la la la la.)
Come to me, my love, come quickly,"
(La la la la la la la la la)
Go I must, or else I'd fret her.
(La la la la la la la la la la la.)

Mountain path was hawthorn prickly
Yet my love had said, "Come quickly",
First I climbed, the mountain crested,
Now the grey mist gathered thickly.

By the crags the eagles nested,
Wind-blown ghosts I bravely breasted,
Bound for Towyn, never daunted
Valley path I blindly quested.

Wandered gulleys, shadow haunted,
Tripped and torn and crow-call taunted,
Saved by sun as bright as May-dew,
Down the road to Towyn jaunted.

This reward my sweetheart jewel,
Gave me for my mountain duel,
"Call this quickly? What delayed you?"
Love can be so very cruel.

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Source: Singing Together, Autumn 1974, BBC Publications

Notes:
The pamphlet acknowledges John Emlyn Edwards for the lyrics, but does not say if he is the author or a translator.

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