[Spoken:]
At the end of the first world war weary men returned from the battle field in Europe to a land fit for Heroes
Some how things don't turn out that way. You see the Mine Lords in the country told the Miners that they have to work for longer hours for less wages. On the street through out the Rhonda valley in South Wales the battle cries rose. Not a minute of the day not a penny off the pay the Miners went on strike. It was a long and bitter fight. Times were hard children went hungry. Many people left the valley of Wales to try and make better life for themselves in Cities all over the World. This song is dedicated to them and their descendants.
So you went and left your the valley
All those years ago and many were the young men at the time
And as you left the station you saw that you were leaving the rivers, the mountains and the mines
You came into the city left your friends at home
To make yourself a better life was your aim
The heartbeat of the Rhonda is not the thing to see
But it's always calling out your name
Come home, come home to where you belong
Back to the Rhonda your land of soul
The bright lights of the city are not what they seems
Come home Rhonda boy where the valley are green
[Spoken:]
So all of your life you been home since you left your valley. Now you know nothing can compare.
Where else in all over this wide world could you stand on a mountain and hear a thousand voice fill the air.
Come home, come home to where you belong
Back to the Rhonda your land of soul
The bright lights of the city are not what they seems
Come home Rhonda boy where the valley are green
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