Memories like voices that call on the wind
Medhel an gwyns, medhel an gwyns
Whispered and tossed on the tide coming in
Medhel, oh, medhel an gwyns

Voices like songs that are heard in the dawn
Medhel an gwyns, medhel an gwyns
Singing the secrets of children unborn
Medhel, oh, medhel an gwyns

Dreams like the memories once born on the wind
Medhel an gwyns, medhel an gwyns
Lovers and children, and copper and tin
Medhel, oh, medhel an gwyns

Dreams like the castles that sleep in the sand
Medhel an gwyns, medhel an gwyns
Slipped through the fingers or held in the hand
Medhel, oh, medhel an gwyns

Songs like the dreams that the bal-maiden spin
Medhel an gwyns, medhel an gwyns
Weaving the song of the cry of the tin
Medhel, oh, medhel an gwyns

Medhel an gwyns, medhel an gwyns
Medhel, oh, medhel an gwyns