Vale of Glamorgan

    In the eve comes a whisper that’s sweet and so kind,
    as it ever so faintly engages my mind.
    That ethereal chorus oft sings out a plea--
    O, the vale of Glamorgan is calling to me.

    In my dreams she is lovely, my ancestral home.
    Through the Garden of Cardiff my longing thoughts roam,
    and they’re deep as the murmur of voices I hear--
    O the vale of Glamorgan is calling me near.

    When all sky is reflected on Pembrokeshire Bay ,
    Then a legend of Arthur comes winding it’s way
    through the autumnal oaks wrapped in misty fine air--
    O the Vale of Glamorgan is calling me there.