Brecon Beacon

Sometimes when you travel, you just want to stop and settle down,

let your mind unravel, and not have to think ‘bout leaving town.

Brecon Beacon take my mind, lead me where you want to go.

Take me where you will, I’ll rest her on your hill,

watch the land below.

Oh Rosalea, sweet Rosalea, my Rosalea.

Someone was bound to take your love away.

Someone was bound to take your love from me.

Any fool can up and run, when he’s got some time to use,

never worry ‘bout what he’s done, what he’s left behind to lose.

But running finally teaches you, when you look at what it’s showed.

You think you’ve found peace of mind, but all you really find,

is another endless road.

Maybe I’ll hitch on down to Dale again, or up to the Irish Sea.

In Milford Haven I’ve got a friend, or maybe London’s right for me.

She could still live there, although I know not alone.

I could see her again, I could be her friend,

but I’ll stay on my own.