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Pit shaft wheels turn for the last time in the Rhondda tonight
The Davey lamps that shone so brightly there's no more need for their light
As the last piece of coal is cut from the belly of the black seamed hole
A man walks home alone past a church full of mourning souls
Throughout his lifetime he has fought he has given his life
In tears the congregation sing come Rhondda Oh my Lord
Great is the rape of the fair country
To Botany Bay for my Great Grandfathers
Deportation sailed
Great so great is the fair country great is the need for a new south Wales
The slag heap stares it blocks out the sky it keeps this Rhondda grey
The stale beer spills from angry drinkers their arguments do the same
A choir voice cries it shatters the silence where's the future in this place
The question hangs unanswered all eyes on a new born babe
In another lifetime men fought hard men gave their lives
For the charter that would save their sons
Come Rhondda Oh my Lord
Great, great change in the fair country
The future lies with our sons and daughters
South will meet with North
Say, say a prayer for the fair country
GREAT IS THE NEED FOR A NEW SOUTH WALES
Oh, Oh Someone hear my prayer
Someone hear my prayer
Someone hear my prayer
Hear my prayer
Hear my prayer
Someone hear my prayer
For A NEW SOUTH WALES