Dragon’s Child

I have lazed on a sun drenched atoll;
And sailed the South China Seas.
I’ve run my hands through warm Caribbean sands;
And watched the sunrise over the keys;
But still I’m thinking of mist-shrouded Snowdon;
And the forests on the shores of Vyrnwy.
For this is the land of the dragon;
And it’s where I want to be,
For I am dragon’s child;
And it’s a part of me.
For this is the land of the dragon;
And wherever I may roam,
I’ll always be dragon’s child;
And this will always be my home.
So when I’m scaling the peaks in Nepal,
Or shopping for gifts in Tokyo;
When I’m exploring the far reaches of Amazon;
Or letting my hair down in Rio;
My thoughts are on the beaches of Gower;
And the snow-tipped crags of Cader.
For this is the land of the dragon;
And it’s where I want to be,
For I am dragon’s child;
And it’s a part of me.
For this is the land of the dragon;
And wherever I may roam,
I’ll always be dragon’s child;
And this will always be my home.
From the rain grey terraces of Rhondda, to the spume tipped Celtic sea;
And the sails on Bala, to the mountains of Meirionnydd;
Down to the sweeping Dyfi estuary;
From the Menai Straits and the road through Dylif;
To the castles in Carmarthen, Caernarfon and Cardiff;
Oh, Men of Harlech and the Pontypool Front Row;
Know that this is where my heart is, no matter where I go.
So when I’m seeking out the source of the Nile,
Or trekking the Great Rift Valley;
I might pause and reflect for a while;
And in my mind, a greener vale, I’ll see.
For this is the land of the dragon;
And it’s where I want to be,
For I am dragon’s child;
And it’s a part of me.
For this is the land of the dragon;
And wherever I may roam,
I’ll always be dragon’s child;
And this will always be my home.