A ghràidh
Gadewch i cwtsh
ers i chi farw
Bûm yn crio
Eich calon yn gynnes
A ghaoil,Cusanu yn lle eich bron
Cusanu yn lle eich dymuniadau
Cusanu yn lle fy marwolaeth
Swsus rhedeg i ffwrdd
Os gallai yn ei rhedeg i ffwrdd
I ffwrdd a byddwn yn eich calon
Bardd yn breuddwydio yn y tywyllwch
yn ddirgel
Mae fforwyr yn cuddio eu mapiau
June 6th
Early in the war
The very of the Panzers chilled general to their core
But by 42 there cracks in that lore
The next year when the boot fell the sea became the choice to knock down
Hitler’s door
Then the choosing of a strike point came to the fore
The Riche was sure that it would from England’s wool port in the days of yore
Because they had to believe the lore of the wall
This is why Eich decided to land on William’s shore
The enemy did not expect a snake behind this door
When the invasion was successful on June 6th ,1944
It signaled the end of the European war
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