Ffynnon – “Yr Adar Gwylltion” (The Wild Birds).

Hi guys! 🙂

Today I have a beautiful folk piece for you from a Welsh band called Ffynnon. It is comprised of two women – Stacey Blythe (who also takes part in several other folk music projects as far as I’m aware and is the harpist here however she can also play other instruments) and the vocalist Lynne Denman. Their name derives from the Welsh word ffynnon meaning fountain. I really like something about this word, I must say. Not because it sounds somehow particularly interesting, but because it’s very picturesque and even before I knew what I mean, for some reason I associated it with some sort of a stream or something else to do with the water. Maybe it’s just me.

The song I want to share with you is a traditional piece, and there is even a translation for it, which I’ve taken directly from

Ffynnon’s website,

where you can also find the original lyrics.

 

Perfect their world, the wild birds

That fly by the roadway and the fountain

Sometimes to the sea, sometimes to the mountain

And come blameless home

Perfect my world, though I cannot fly

Hill and dale and fellside

I want to know, however bad

Where the cuckoo sleeps in the winter

In the wood she sleeps

And in the gorse she nests

In the bush, under birch leaves

That is the place where she will die

Perfect my world, though I cannot fly

Hill and dale and fellside

Sometimes to the sea, sometimes to the mountain

And come blameless home