Gwenllian: The Last Princess of Wales

At the Scottish Festival in Batesville Arkansas this past weekend, cheap albion gold I entered a Celtic poetry contest and won second place with my song/poem, “Gwenllian: The Last Princess of Wales.” In this post, buy albion gold I thought I’d post some information about the song. HERE is the link to iTunes to purchase the song: Below is a YouTube video that will allow you to hear the song: Here are the lyrics:

Gwenllian: The Last Princess of Wales

by Rickey Pittman, cheap albion silver Bard of the South

Taken from her cradle By bloody English hands, buy albion silver After Longshanks killed her father Llewellyn’s final stand Now a cradle in Snowdonia Rocks empty in the night And a little girl is crying From hunger and from fright. I hear a ghostly lullaby In this castle’s lonely halls, And whispers of a princess Who few can now recall. Her mother died in childbirth Now her father dead in war, To a monastery banished She’s held behind locked doors In silent meditation, buy albion gold And worn beads in her hand, She passes lonely hours An exile from her land. In a monastery lonely Where stone walls are so cold A princess prays there weeping, cheap albion gold She’s 55 years old. She never learned her language, She never knew her name Never knew a lover’s kiss Never knew who was to blame. CHORUS: Gwenllian, Wales last princess, albion silver Wales story must be told, albion gold Follow her sad footprints,