[Verse 1]
In the places of my boyhood
The pit-wheels turn no more
Nor any furnace lightens
The midnight as of yore

The slopes of slag and cinder
Are sulking in the rain
And in derelict valleys
The hope of youth is slain

[Chorus]
And yet I love to wander
The early ways I went
And watch from doors and bridges
The hills and skies of Gwent

[Verse 2]
In Gwalia, my Gwalia
The vandals out of hell
Ransacked and marred forever
The wooded hill and dell

They grabbed and bruised and plundered
Because their greed was great
And slunk away and purchased
The medals of the state
[Chorus]
And yet I love to wander
The early ways I went
And watch from doors and bridges
The hills and skies of Gwent

[Outro]
Though blighted be the valleys
Where man meets man with pain
The things by boyhood cherished
Stand firm and shall remain