Myn Mawr

Words and Music by Dont Tell Johnny

A song inspired by the rugged slate landscape
around Llanberis, at the foot of Mount Snowdon.

Three thousand strong have toiled here once
Riches they would excavate
The heady days of the quarrymen
And dwellings made of slate

In stone hewn by the savage wind
Myn Mawr’s the place to hide
Nestle in the meadow’s sweet
Here on the mountainside

Pour down, pour down you waterfall
As songbirds sings their evening tune
Drink now before the setting sun
Gives way to a rising moon

Right here, right now, to find the place
No need, no call for pills
Sit back and savour time on Earth
And tilt no more at windmills