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-Welcome to a special studio concert -by a true legend. | 0:00:01 | 0:00:05 | |
-This man has entertained us for over -50 years with his powerful ballads. | 0:00:05 | 0:00:11 | |
-Over the next hour, -we'll enjoy some classics... | 0:00:11 | 0:00:14 | |
-..from the singer and -prolific songwriter, Meic Stevens. | 0:00:14 | 0:00:19 | |
-# In the valley, -I heard the crow cawing | 0:00:24 | 0:00:29 | |
-# I may be young, -but I burn in the fire | 0:00:30 | 0:00:34 | |
-# The eagle hovers above me -in the wind | 0:00:34 | 0:00:39 | |
-# My blood runs cold -and death comes sooner | 0:00:40 | 0:00:44 | |
-# Death comes sooner | 0:00:44 | 0:00:46 | |
-# Yes, there's an eagle | 0:00:46 | 0:00:49 | |
-# And a gentle dove | 0:00:49 | 0:00:51 | |
-# But there is violence and sin -from a past world | 0:00:51 | 0:00:57 | |
-# There's a beauty -that changes the colour of her skin | 0:01:03 | 0:01:08 | |
-# Where did that beauty go? | 0:01:08 | 0:01:10 | |
-# It shrivelled in the pain | 0:01:10 | 0:01:13 | |
-# Homes burn in flames and -the mother and children fall silent | 0:01:14 | 0:01:19 | |
-# The father is a body in a trench -and the bombs shake the cradle | 0:01:19 | 0:01:24 | |
-# The bombs shake the cradle | 0:01:24 | 0:01:26 | |
-# Yes, there's an eagle | 0:01:27 | 0:01:28 | |
-# And a gentle dove | 0:01:29 | 0:01:31 | |
-# But there is violence and sin -from a past world | 0:01:32 | 0:01:36 | |
-# It's true that I didn't have -an university education | 0:01:39 | 0:01:44 | |
-# The truth is that -I learnt too much about life | 0:01:45 | 0:01:49 | |
-# No-one gives a damn -but stands on their feet | 0:01:50 | 0:01:54 | |
-# And yet in Vietnam, -there's bullets, graves and blood | 0:01:55 | 0:01:59 | |
-# Bullets, graves and blood | 0:01:59 | 0:02:01 | |
-# Yes, there's an eagle | 0:02:01 | 0:02:03 | |
-# And a gentle dove | 0:02:04 | 0:02:06 | |
-# But there is violence and sin -from a past world | 0:02:07 | 0:02:11 | |
-# The stupid politician -in his bed of feathers | 0:02:11 | 0:02:16 | |
-# Can you feel all I can feel? | 0:02:17 | 0:02:21 | |
-# Your empty words -do not lessen the sin | 0:02:22 | 0:02:26 | |
-# You and your friends are to blame | 0:02:27 | 0:02:31 | |
-# Are to blame | 0:02:31 | 0:02:33 | |
-# Yes, there's an eagle | 0:02:33 | 0:02:35 | |
-# And a gentle dove | 0:02:35 | 0:02:38 | |
-# But there is violence and sin -from a past world # | 0:02:38 | 0:02:43 | |
-Who remembers Ryan and Ronnie? | 0:02:44 | 0:02:47 | |
-They did sketches -in their programme. | 0:02:50 | 0:02:52 | |
-They didn't like this song. | 0:02:53 | 0:02:55 | |
-# In the valley, -a lady drives a van | 0:02:56 | 0:03:00 | |
-# I may be a young man from Pakistan | 0:03:01 | 0:03:05 | |
-# The eagle swoops from its nest -and is followed by two crows | 0:03:05 | 0:03:10 | |
-# I must believe it -before I get out of breath | 0:03:11 | 0:03:14 | |
-# Before I get out of breath | 0:03:15 | 0:03:16 | |
-# Is there another goat? | 0:03:17 | 0:03:19 | |
-# Or a cat or dog? | 0:03:19 | 0:03:21 | |
-# But in the garage, -there's a chimpanzee # | 0:03:22 | 0:03:26 | |
-LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE | 0:03:27 | 0:03:29 | |
-The immortal Bob Dylan -always said... | 0:03:31 | 0:03:34 | |
-.."You shouldn't take it -so serious!" | 0:03:35 | 0:03:38 | |
-This song is called Daeth Neb Yn Ol. | 0:03:40 | 0:03:43 | |
-# Everyone was on the quay | 0:03:49 | 0:03:52 | |
-# In Milford Haven | 0:03:52 | 0:03:54 | |
-# Wet and cold -in the wind and fine rain | 0:03:55 | 0:04:00 | |
-# The ships slipped away -like shadows | 0:04:01 | 0:04:06 | |
-# And the great ocean lay ahead | 0:04:06 | 0:04:11 | |
-# No-one came back to tell the story | 0:04:12 | 0:04:17 | |
-# No-one but the wind -to sing its song | 0:04:17 | 0:04:22 | |
-# Only gulls -and the eye of the enemy | 0:04:22 | 0:04:27 | |
-# Saw the sailors -burning in the fire | 0:04:27 | 0:04:32 | |
-# Iron shark hiding in the depths | 0:04:33 | 0:04:37 | |
-# Its arms cruel -as the teeth in its head | 0:04:38 | 0:04:42 | |
-# It woke from its slumber -and rose from the bottom | 0:04:43 | 0:04:48 | |
-# Waiting for a sacrifice -under the heaven's moon | 0:04:48 | 0:04:52 | |
-# But, no-one came back -to tell the story | 0:04:52 | 0:04:58 | |
-# No-one but the wind -to sing its song | 0:04:58 | 0:05:03 | |
-# Only gulls -and the eye of the enemy | 0:05:04 | 0:05:08 | |
-# Saw the sailors -burning in the fire | 0:05:08 | 0:05:13 | |
-# In the midst of the ocean, -there were explosions and flames | 0:05:14 | 0:05:18 | |
-# The raging torpedoes -darted through the water | 0:05:19 | 0:05:23 | |
-# It was a tragic slaughter | 0:05:23 | 0:05:25 | |
-# A devious attack in the darkness | 0:05:26 | 0:05:29 | |
-# The world was in mourning -after the war | 0:05:29 | 0:05:34 | |
-# No-one came back to tell the story | 0:05:34 | 0:05:39 | |
-# No-one but the wind -to sing its song | 0:05:39 | 0:05:44 | |
-# Only gulls -and the eye of the enemy | 0:05:44 | 0:05:49 | |
-# Saw the sailors -burning in the fire | 0:05:49 | 0:05:54 | |
-# The mothers wait by the harbour -but it's too late | 0:05:55 | 0:05:59 | |
-# Wives lie in wait -to hear the truth | 0:06:00 | 0:06:04 | |
-# Far away under the western smoke | 0:06:04 | 0:06:09 | |
-# They lie dead -in the sea's blue grave | 0:06:10 | 0:06:15 | |
-# No-one came back to tell the story | 0:06:15 | 0:06:20 | |
-# No-one but the wind -to sing its song | 0:06:20 | 0:06:25 | |
-# Only gulls -and the eye of the enemy | 0:06:25 | 0:06:30 | |
-# Saw the sailors -burning in the fire | 0:06:30 | 0:06:35 | |
-# Small orphans, -where will you find comfort? | 0:06:36 | 0:06:40 | |
-# Where in the world -will you get money to live? | 0:06:41 | 0:06:45 | |
-# From the government, -you'll only get pennies for comfort | 0:06:46 | 0:06:51 | |
-# To pay for your fathers -who are now with God | 0:06:51 | 0:06:56 | |
-# No-one came back to tell the story | 0:06:56 | 0:07:01 | |
-# No-one but the wind -to sing its song | 0:07:01 | 0:07:06 | |
-# Only gulls -and the eye of the enemy | 0:07:06 | 0:07:11 | |
-# Saw the sailors -burning in the fire # | 0:07:11 | 0:07:17 | |
-Thank you. | 0:07:26 | 0:07:28 | |
-# Just a girl from the woollen mill | 0:07:51 | 0:07:55 | |
-# Hard at work every day | 0:07:57 | 0:07:59 | |
-# Oblivious to the wider world | 0:08:01 | 0:08:04 | |
-# The world outside | 0:08:05 | 0:08:07 | |
-# Her hair was black and beautiful | 0:08:09 | 0:08:14 | |
-# Like a strange dream | 0:08:16 | 0:08:19 | |
-# In my sleep | 0:08:20 | 0:08:22 | |
-# But she does a man's job every day | 0:08:23 | 0:08:27 | |
-# For her pay | 0:08:27 | 0:08:29 | |
-# Between the deep roots -and the rushes | 0:08:33 | 0:08:36 | |
-# There's a narrow canal | 0:08:38 | 0:08:40 | |
-# Which flows by | 0:08:40 | 0:08:42 | |
-# The old wheel turns the machines -so slowly | 0:08:43 | 0:08:48 | |
-# And the man ignites the fire | 0:08:51 | 0:08:55 | |
-# Where Jack and the boys -are cleaning the wool | 0:08:56 | 0:09:00 | |
-# And the weavers still work | 0:09:01 | 0:09:04 | |
-# On the banks | 0:09:05 | 0:09:07 | |
-# Just a girl from the woollen mill | 0:09:10 | 0:09:14 | |
-# Hard at work every day | 0:09:16 | 0:09:19 | |
-# She creates the colourful cloth | 0:09:21 | 0:09:26 | |
-# The hours are long and hard | 0:09:30 | 0:09:35 | |
-# The days fall down around her | 0:09:37 | 0:09:41 | |
-# On the water that flows through | 0:09:41 | 0:09:45 | |
-# A foggy morning | 0:09:45 | 0:09:47 | |
-# Just a girl from the woollen mill | 0:09:50 | 0:09:55 | |
-# Hard at work every day # | 0:09:57 | 0:10:00 | |
-Thank you. | 0:10:15 | 0:10:17 | |
-After the break, we've got Erwan, -Rue St Michel and Bobby Sands. | 0:10:18 | 0:10:23 | |
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-Subtitles | 0:10:27 | 0:10:27 | |
-Subtitles - -Subtitles | 0:10:27 | 0:10:29 | |
-Welcome back to Meic Stevens's -concert and this is Erwan. | 0:10:31 | 0:10:35 | |
-# Erwan, Kenavo | 0:10:35 | 0:10:38 | |
-# You've crossed the river | 0:10:40 | 0:10:43 | |
-# You now drink -in Tir na n-Og tavern | 0:10:45 | 0:10:50 | |
-# Erwan, Kenavo | 0:10:54 | 0:10:57 | |
-# Old friend from Brittany | 0:10:59 | 0:11:02 | |
-# In the land of dark paths | 0:11:04 | 0:11:06 | |
-# There's no light of dawn | 0:11:07 | 0:11:10 | |
-# I've crossed the water | 0:11:14 | 0:11:16 | |
-# To the land -of the blind and the deaf | 0:11:18 | 0:11:21 | |
-# Driving down the lane | 0:11:23 | 0:11:26 | |
-# Where you'd been before | 0:11:27 | 0:11:30 | |
-# Ready, after the nightmare | 0:11:32 | 0:11:35 | |
-# To go to the final fest noz | 0:11:36 | 0:11:40 | |
-# No more dancing or drinking | 0:11:40 | 0:11:45 | |
-# With friends by the fire | 0:11:45 | 0:11:50 | |
-# Erwan, Kenavo | 0:12:00 | 0:12:02 | |
-# The French have failed | 0:12:04 | 0:12:07 | |
-# There's no light -of the truth for them | 0:12:09 | 0:12:14 | |
-# You're laughing at them | 0:12:17 | 0:12:21 | |
-# Across the wooden table tops | 0:12:22 | 0:12:26 | |
-# We'll meet beyond the grave | 0:12:27 | 0:12:31 | |
-# In our dreams | 0:12:32 | 0:12:34 | |
-# I've crossed the water | 0:12:38 | 0:12:40 | |
-# To the land -of the blind and the deaf | 0:12:42 | 0:12:46 | |
-# Driving down the lane | 0:12:47 | 0:12:50 | |
-# Where you'd been before | 0:12:52 | 0:12:54 | |
-# Ready, after the nightmare | 0:12:57 | 0:13:00 | |
-# To go to the final fest noz | 0:13:01 | 0:13:04 | |
-# No more dancing or drinking | 0:13:05 | 0:13:10 | |
-# With friends by the fire | 0:13:11 | 0:13:15 | |
-# Erwan | 0:13:25 | 0:13:27 | |
-# Kenavo # | 0:13:29 | 0:13:32 | |
-Thank you. | 0:13:33 | 0:13:34 | |
-APPLAUSE | 0:13:35 | 0:13:36 | |
-# On Rue St Michel | 0:13:46 | 0:13:49 | |
-# The gentle breeze is warm | 0:13:49 | 0:13:52 | |
-# When spring makes way for summer | 0:13:52 | 0:13:58 | |
-# The aroma of coffee -fills the morning air | 0:13:59 | 0:14:04 | |
-# I'm going back to Rue St Michel | 0:14:05 | 0:14:08 | |
-# On Rue St Michel | 0:14:10 | 0:14:13 | |
-# We'll go to Chez Minouch bar | 0:14:14 | 0:14:16 | |
-# To drink sweet chouchen | 0:14:17 | 0:14:20 | |
-# Or sparkling cider | 0:14:20 | 0:14:23 | |
-# Summers are great on Rue St Michel | 0:14:23 | 0:14:29 | |
-# Summers are great on Rue St Michel | 0:14:30 | 0:14:35 | |
-# On Rue St Michel | 0:14:41 | 0:14:44 | |
-# A tramp sleeps | 0:14:45 | 0:14:47 | |
-# Under wisteria -that hangs from the wall | 0:14:48 | 0:14:51 | |
-# The noise of late-night revellers -fill the cafes | 0:14:54 | 0:14:58 | |
-# At night on Rue St Michel | 0:14:59 | 0:15:03 | |
-# Through the windows -the yellow southern light shines | 0:15:05 | 0:15:11 | |
-# No bacon for breakfast -just wine instead | 0:15:12 | 0:15:17 | |
-# As I eat a warm loaf -from the best bakery in town | 0:15:17 | 0:15:23 | |
-# I realize how good life is -on Rue St Michel | 0:15:23 | 0:15:27 | |
-# On Rue St Michel | 0:15:41 | 0:15:44 | |
-# No-one worries about tomorrow | 0:15:44 | 0:15:46 | |
-# We'll go back -to the Chez Minouch bar | 0:15:47 | 0:15:51 | |
-# The chouchen's magic | 0:15:53 | 0:15:56 | |
-# Flows in | 0:15:57 | 0:15:59 | |
-# Music flows in through the door | 0:16:00 | 0:16:03 | |
-# On Rue St Michel | 0:16:04 | 0:16:07 | |
-# We'll go to Chez Minouch bar | 0:16:09 | 0:16:11 | |
-# To drink sweet chouchen -or sparkling cider | 0:16:12 | 0:16:16 | |
-# Yeah, the summers are great -on Rue St Michel | 0:16:16 | 0:16:22 | |
-# Summers are great... | 0:16:23 | 0:16:26 | |
-It's old age! | 0:16:28 | 0:16:30 | |
-# On Rue St Michel | 0:16:35 | 0:16:37 | |
-# I see a miracle | 0:16:38 | 0:16:40 | |
-# An Arab with a mouthful of gold | 0:16:41 | 0:16:45 | |
-# He laughs as he dances -to the Welshman's music | 0:16:47 | 0:16:52 | |
-# Though he can't understand -a word of Welsh | 0:16:53 | 0:16:58 | |
-# On Rue St Michel | 0:16:58 | 0:17:01 | |
-# We'll go to Chez Minouch bar | 0:17:02 | 0:17:04 | |
-# To drink sweet chouchen -or sparkling cider | 0:17:05 | 0:17:11 | |
-# Summers are great on Rue St Michel | 0:17:11 | 0:17:16 | |
-# Yeah, -summers are great on Rue St Michel # | 0:17:16 | 0:17:23 | |
-Thank you. | 0:17:23 | 0:17:25 | |
-I surprise myself when I look -at the sad songs I've written. | 0:17:27 | 0:17:31 | |
-I'm not really a sad man! | 0:17:33 | 0:17:36 | |
-But this is a sad story. | 0:17:39 | 0:17:42 | |
-# Thousands are supporting you | 0:17:43 | 0:17:48 | |
-# While you are in prison | 0:17:49 | 0:17:52 | |
-# Listen to the screams of -the Government "Foolish bandit!" | 0:17:52 | 0:17:57 | |
-# Criminal! Thug! Mocking. | 0:17:58 | 0:18:01 | |
-# But whatever they say against you | 0:18:01 | 0:18:05 | |
-# Suffering and death -were what you chose | 0:18:06 | 0:18:10 | |
-# To have peace in Ireland, -and to be free | 0:18:10 | 0:18:15 | |
-# Bobby Sands | 0:18:15 | 0:18:18 | |
-# I read about your plight -in the Western Mail | 0:18:21 | 0:18:25 | |
-# In an editorial article | 0:18:26 | 0:18:30 | |
-# Sands died in the Long Kesh jail | 0:18:30 | 0:18:34 | |
-# Accept that fact as a warning | 0:18:34 | 0:18:38 | |
-# In their opinion, -you died for anger | 0:18:38 | 0:18:43 | |
-# Violence, terror, the bomb and gun | 0:18:44 | 0:18:48 | |
-# Theft and murder was your way | 0:18:48 | 0:18:53 | |
-# Bobby Sands | 0:18:53 | 0:18:55 | |
-# "He isn't a martyr," -says the voice of the English | 0:18:58 | 0:19:03 | |
-# But a hostage in bloody hands | 0:19:03 | 0:19:08 | |
-# An appalling excuse to murder more | 0:19:08 | 0:19:12 | |
-# But Sands is content | 0:19:12 | 0:19:16 | |
-# To die for this terror | 0:19:16 | 0:19:21 | |
-# Theft, murder, the bomb and gun | 0:19:21 | 0:19:26 | |
-# But I know his name will go down | 0:19:26 | 0:19:31 | |
-# With Michael Collins | 0:19:31 | 0:19:35 | |
-# But whatever they say against you | 0:19:36 | 0:19:40 | |
-# Suffering and death -were what you chose | 0:19:41 | 0:19:45 | |
-# To have peace in Ireland, -and to be free | 0:19:45 | 0:19:50 | |
-# Bobby Sands | 0:19:50 | 0:19:53 | |
-# Thousands are supporting you | 0:20:02 | 0:20:06 | |
-# And you are in the grave | 0:20:07 | 0:20:10 | |
-# Listen to the screams of -the Government "Foolish bandit!" | 0:20:11 | 0:20:16 | |
-# Does Thatcher live in peace? | 0:20:17 | 0:20:21 | |
-# But whatever they say against you | 0:20:21 | 0:20:26 | |
-# Suffering and death -were what you chose | 0:20:26 | 0:20:31 | |
-# To have peace in Ireland, -and to be free | 0:20:31 | 0:20:36 | |
-# Bobby Sands | 0:20:36 | 0:20:39 | |
-# Bobby Sands # | 0:20:46 | 0:20:48 | |
-Thank you. | 0:20:54 | 0:20:56 | |
-We'll have more from Meic Stevens -after the break. | 0:20:58 | 0:21:02 | |
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-Subtitles | 0:21:06 | 0:21:06 | |
-Subtitles - -Subtitles | 0:21:06 | 0:21:08 | |
-Welcome back to a special concert -by Meic Stevens. | 0:21:10 | 0:21:13 | |
-Next, we have Victor Parker, -Ond Dof Yn Ol and Tryweryn. | 0:21:13 | 0:21:18 | |
-First, this is Traeth Anobaith. | 0:21:19 | 0:21:21 | |
-My thanks to Joni Mitchell. | 0:21:22 | 0:21:25 | |
-# Day breaks without a song -next to stagnant water | 0:21:32 | 0:21:36 | |
-# Wind feels like the footsteps -of the dead, risen from the grave | 0:21:39 | 0:21:44 | |
-# No-one sees the dawn -on the beach of despair | 0:21:47 | 0:21:52 | |
-# No-one sees the dawn -in the waters of the lake | 0:21:55 | 0:21:59 | |
-# A grey gleaner -treads on the seaweed | 0:22:02 | 0:22:05 | |
-# Where the tide once was | 0:22:06 | 0:22:08 | |
-# Collector of our shadows | 0:22:09 | 0:22:12 | |
-# From the cold eye of the wind | 0:22:13 | 0:22:16 | |
-# From the cold eye of the wind | 0:22:17 | 0:22:19 | |
-# The end of the love affair -between land and sea | 0:22:26 | 0:22:31 | |
-# Water's salty fingers -in the rock's body | 0:22:34 | 0:22:38 | |
-# In the wave's magic, -we hear the moans of the marriage | 0:22:42 | 0:22:46 | |
-# Hunger fills her womb -for white froth | 0:22:49 | 0:22:53 | |
-# It's sad to hear the farewell song | 0:22:57 | 0:22:59 | |
-# Song of the coarse sand -and pebbles | 0:22:59 | 0:23:03 | |
-# Listen to the noise -of the seahorses | 0:23:04 | 0:23:08 | |
-# Rousing the sleepy valley | 0:23:08 | 0:23:11 | |
-# Rousing the sleepy valley | 0:23:11 | 0:23:14 | |
-# One day, the lighthouse-keeper -will be rewarded | 0:23:25 | 0:23:29 | |
-# Treasures from the deep -will return to the shores | 0:23:32 | 0:23:36 | |
-# But silver treasures -won't be found on the beaches | 0:23:40 | 0:23:44 | |
-# Only footsteps are visible -in the clay | 0:23:47 | 0:23:52 | |
-# A ship will scar -the green mirror of the sea | 0:23:54 | 0:24:00 | |
-# And through the rain, -like a stray arrow | 0:24:02 | 0:24:05 | |
-# The swallow returned | 0:24:06 | 0:24:09 | |
-# The swallow returned # | 0:24:09 | 0:24:13 | |
-Thank you. | 0:24:21 | 0:24:23 | |
-# A shooting star in the corner | 0:24:27 | 0:24:30 | |
-# In the confusion in the bar | 0:24:30 | 0:24:33 | |
-# This is Uncle Victor's story | 0:24:35 | 0:24:38 | |
-# He smiles on the old guitar | 0:24:38 | 0:24:41 | |
-# He lives in Loudon Square | 0:24:43 | 0:24:46 | |
-# The following morning -he wanders around | 0:24:46 | 0:24:50 | |
-# Everyone recognized him | 0:24:50 | 0:24:53 | |
-# Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah | 0:24:54 | 0:24:57 | |
-# Wine, smoke and naughty girls | 0:24:58 | 0:25:02 | |
-# Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah | 0:25:02 | 0:25:05 | |
-# A large smile under a black hat | 0:25:12 | 0:25:15 | |
-# And a pint of pleasant beer | 0:25:16 | 0:25:19 | |
-# Long fingers plucking the strings | 0:25:20 | 0:25:23 | |
-# Victor playing again | 0:25:23 | 0:25:26 | |
-# Tonight, -we'll go to Quebec to see the day | 0:25:27 | 0:25:31 | |
-# The same guitar on his knee | 0:25:31 | 0:25:35 | |
-# Uncle Victor lighting up our lives | 0:25:35 | 0:25:38 | |
-# Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah | 0:25:38 | 0:25:42 | |
-# Wine, smoke and naughty girls | 0:25:43 | 0:25:46 | |
-# Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah | 0:25:47 | 0:25:50 | |
-# I was sad when he died | 0:25:57 | 0:25:59 | |
-# On that particular afternoon | 0:26:00 | 0:26:03 | |
-# No warning signs | 0:26:05 | 0:26:07 | |
-# When he crossed over | 0:26:08 | 0:26:11 | |
-# His funeral was a music festival | 0:26:12 | 0:26:15 | |
-# Jazz from the east -and swing from the south | 0:26:16 | 0:26:20 | |
-# The maestro from Tiger Bay | 0:26:20 | 0:26:23 | |
-# Yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah | 0:26:23 | 0:26:26 | |
-# Wine, smoke and naughty girls | 0:26:28 | 0:26:31 | |
-# Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah | 0:26:32 | 0:26:35 | |
-# A shooting star in the corner | 0:26:50 | 0:26:53 | |
-# In the confusion in the bar # | 0:26:53 | 0:26:58 | |
-Thank you. | 0:26:59 | 0:27:01 | |
-The first song was a translation. | 0:27:06 | 0:27:09 | |
-It's by Hywel Gwynfryn. | 0:27:11 | 0:27:13 | |
-He also translated this one. | 0:27:15 | 0:27:17 | |
-It appeared on the album, Outlander. | 0:27:18 | 0:27:21 | |
-This is the Welsh version. | 0:27:22 | 0:27:25 | |
-# I don't want the wine of your kiss | 0:27:31 | 0:27:35 | |
-# I would be drinking -pain and sadness | 0:27:35 | 0:27:40 | |
-# What sort of a girl are you -who allows | 0:27:41 | 0:27:46 | |
-# Light and darkness? | 0:27:46 | 0:27:50 | |
-# I will leave you -on a journey to the stars | 0:27:52 | 0:27:56 | |
-# Sunshine turns into rain | 0:27:57 | 0:28:00 | |
-# But I'll come back one day | 0:28:02 | 0:28:07 | |
-# And I will hold your hand | 0:28:07 | 0:28:12 | |
-# Although you've gone | 0:28:16 | 0:28:18 | |
-# You're with me | 0:28:19 | 0:28:21 | |
-# I can still feel the warmth | 0:28:22 | 0:28:25 | |
-# That's why bitter tears | 0:28:27 | 0:28:31 | |
-# Fall down my cheeks | 0:28:31 | 0:28:35 | |
-# I will leave you -on a journey to the stars | 0:28:37 | 0:28:41 | |
-# Sunshine turns into rain | 0:28:42 | 0:28:46 | |
-# But I'll come back one day | 0:28:47 | 0:28:52 | |
-# And I will hold your hand | 0:28:53 | 0:28:57 | |
-# You are my morning light | 0:29:04 | 0:29:09 | |
-# You mean more -than the pearls of the world | 0:29:10 | 0:29:13 | |
-# But if you are to love me | 0:29:14 | 0:29:19 | |
-# The price is rather high | 0:29:20 | 0:29:24 | |
-# I will leave you -on a journey to the stars | 0:29:26 | 0:29:30 | |
-# Sunshine turns into rain | 0:29:31 | 0:29:34 | |
-# But I'll come back one day | 0:29:36 | 0:29:41 | |
-# And I will hold your hand | 0:29:42 | 0:29:46 | |
-# And I will hold your hand # | 0:29:48 | 0:29:52 | |
-APPLAUSE | 0:30:03 | 0:30:06 | |
-# The flowers in the garden | 0:30:18 | 0:30:21 | |
-# Are so beautiful | 0:30:22 | 0:30:24 | |
-# The rose by the door | 0:30:28 | 0:30:31 | |
-# Is so beautiful | 0:30:32 | 0:30:35 | |
-# But the flowers | 0:30:37 | 0:30:42 | |
-# Grow no more | 0:30:42 | 0:30:47 | |
-# In the land | 0:30:47 | 0:30:49 | |
-# Under | 0:30:49 | 0:30:51 | |
-# The great rocks | 0:30:54 | 0:30:58 | |
-# Cold water sleeps in Cwm Celyn | 0:30:59 | 0:31:03 | |
-# Cold water sleeps in Tryweryn | 0:31:04 | 0:31:08 | |
-# The water above my house | 0:31:18 | 0:31:21 | |
-# Is black | 0:31:22 | 0:31:24 | |
-# The fish in the lake | 0:31:29 | 0:31:31 | |
-# Are white | 0:31:33 | 0:31:34 | |
-# But the flowers | 0:31:38 | 0:31:43 | |
-# Grow no more | 0:31:43 | 0:31:46 | |
-# In the land | 0:31:48 | 0:31:50 | |
-# Under | 0:31:50 | 0:31:52 | |
-# The great rocks | 0:31:53 | 0:31:57 | |
-# Cold water sleeps in Tryweryn | 0:31:58 | 0:32:02 | |
-# Cold water sleeps in Tryweryn | 0:32:03 | 0:32:07 | |
-# The flowers are growing now | 0:32:07 | 0:32:12 | |
-# And the leaves are falling down | 0:32:12 | 0:32:17 | |
-# The people have all gone | 0:32:18 | 0:32:22 | |
-# The flowers are on the floor | 0:32:23 | 0:32:27 | |
-# Cold water sleeps in Cwm Celyn # | 0:32:33 | 0:32:39 | |
-Thank you. | 0:33:01 | 0:33:03 | |
-Join us for the final part -of Meic's concert after the break. | 0:33:06 | 0:33:10 | |
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-Subtitles | 0:33:14 | 0:33:14 | |
-Subtitles - -Subtitles | 0:33:14 | 0:33:16 | |
-Welcome back to a special concert -by Meic Stevens. | 0:33:19 | 0:33:22 | |
-In this part, there's Mor o Gariad, -Ysbryd Solfa... | 0:33:22 | 0:33:26 | |
-..and Bibopalwla'r Delyn Aur. | 0:33:27 | 0:33:29 | |
-First, this is Douarnenez. | 0:33:29 | 0:33:31 | |
-# Douarnenez, Douarnenez, -fish in the morning | 0:33:34 | 0:33:38 | |
-# Douarnenez, Douarnenez, -boats in the bay | 0:33:39 | 0:33:43 | |
-# Douarnenez, Douarnenez, -today at its best | 0:33:44 | 0:33:48 | |
-# Douarnenez, in the sun, -boats in the bay | 0:33:49 | 0:33:53 | |
-# Bombas, binious, drums beating -at night in Douarnenez | 0:33:53 | 0:33:58 | |
-# I danced by the church -in the fest noz of Douarnenez | 0:33:58 | 0:34:02 | |
-# Douarnenez, Douarnenez, -fish in the morning | 0:34:03 | 0:34:07 | |
-# Douarnenez, Douarnenez, -boats in the bay | 0:34:07 | 0:34:12 | |
-# Douarnenez, Douarnenez, -today at its best | 0:34:12 | 0:34:17 | |
-# Douarnenez, in the sun, -boats in the bay | 0:34:17 | 0:34:21 | |
-# Let's return before long -and cross the seas to Douarnenez | 0:34:22 | 0:34:26 | |
-# We'll roam the narrow streets -and eat moules in Douarnenez | 0:34:26 | 0:34:31 | |
-# Douarnenez, Douarnenez, -fish in the morning | 0:34:31 | 0:34:35 | |
-# Douarnenez, Douarnenez, -boats in the bay | 0:34:36 | 0:34:40 | |
-# Douarnenez, Douarnenez, -today at its best | 0:34:40 | 0:34:45 | |
-# Douarnenez, in the summer, -boats in the bay | 0:34:45 | 0:34:49 | |
-# Yeah! # | 0:34:49 | 0:34:51 | |
-APPLAUSE | 0:35:14 | 0:35:15 | |
-# Sitting here on my own | 0:35:21 | 0:35:25 | |
-# On my own | 0:35:27 | 0:35:29 | |
-# Tonight, there is no patience | 0:35:32 | 0:35:36 | |
-# With the world's troubles | 0:35:37 | 0:35:40 | |
-# But the night drifts away | 0:35:42 | 0:35:45 | |
-# As the world revolves | 0:35:47 | 0:35:50 | |
-# Like the sea of love | 0:35:52 | 0:35:56 | |
-# I gave to you | 0:35:57 | 0:36:00 | |
-# Tonight, there is nothing | 0:36:10 | 0:36:14 | |
-# But the echoes of a great love | 0:36:15 | 0:36:18 | |
-# And there are only empty glasses | 0:36:20 | 0:36:24 | |
-# On the floor | 0:36:26 | 0:36:28 | |
-# And to complete the image | 0:36:29 | 0:36:33 | |
-# There's an empty bottle of wine | 0:36:34 | 0:36:39 | |
-# Like the sea of love | 0:36:40 | 0:36:44 | |
-# I gave to you | 0:36:45 | 0:36:48 | |
-# This was the pure love | 0:36:58 | 0:37:00 | |
-# This was the foolish love | 0:37:03 | 0:37:06 | |
-# I was on fire | 0:37:08 | 0:37:10 | |
-# Now nothing remains | 0:37:16 | 0:37:18 | |
-# The cold city streets | 0:37:19 | 0:37:23 | |
-# Streets so full | 0:37:24 | 0:37:27 | |
-# Memories remain | 0:37:29 | 0:37:32 | |
-# Its love and its gift | 0:37:35 | 0:37:38 | |
-# But life must go on | 0:37:40 | 0:37:43 | |
-# Join in with the fun and frolic | 0:37:44 | 0:37:49 | |
-# Dry is the sea of love | 0:37:51 | 0:37:56 | |
-# I gave to you | 0:37:57 | 0:38:00 | |
-# Dry is the sea of love | 0:38:10 | 0:38:15 | |
-# I gave to you # | 0:38:17 | 0:38:21 | |
-Thank you. | 0:38:23 | 0:38:25 | |
-APPLAUSE | 0:38:25 | 0:38:28 | |
-# Woeful banks, sad estuaries | 0:38:31 | 0:38:35 | |
-# Dripping wet in the rain | 0:38:36 | 0:38:39 | |
-# Blue dreams of days gone by | 0:38:41 | 0:38:44 | |
-# In memory, I must go now | 0:38:45 | 0:38:48 | |
-# I remember -the English foreigners came | 0:38:50 | 0:38:53 | |
-# To ruin this valley | 0:38:55 | 0:38:57 | |
-# Until it died | 0:38:58 | 0:39:00 | |
-# The soul of Solva calls now | 0:39:04 | 0:39:07 | |
-# Her meadows -are under the foot of the giant | 0:39:09 | 0:39:13 | |
-# And her trees imprisoned | 0:39:13 | 0:39:16 | |
-# The tearful mirror resembles dew | 0:39:25 | 0:39:29 | |
-# The call of the seagull, -hear her song | 0:39:30 | 0:39:33 | |
-# Sailing boats, sailing late | 0:39:34 | 0:39:38 | |
-# The natives are all going away | 0:39:38 | 0:39:41 | |
-# Foreigners are stealing the valley | 0:39:43 | 0:39:47 | |
-# The valley is in chains | 0:39:48 | 0:39:51 | |
-# And it is dying | 0:39:52 | 0:39:54 | |
-# The soul of Solva is calling now | 0:39:57 | 0:40:00 | |
-# Her meadows -are under the giant's foot | 0:40:02 | 0:40:05 | |
-# And her trees imprisoned | 0:40:06 | 0:40:08 | |
-# It is the end of the song | 0:40:16 | 0:40:20 | |
-# I sleep with her in the hay | 0:40:21 | 0:40:24 | |
-# I cast my tears back to the sea | 0:40:26 | 0:40:30 | |
-# To the waves on the shore | 0:40:30 | 0:40:34 | |
-# The community -is completely drowned | 0:40:36 | 0:40:41 | |
-# A crazy dream? | 0:40:42 | 0:40:45 | |
-# Who knows? | 0:40:45 | 0:40:47 | |
-# In the village of Solva | 0:40:47 | 0:40:49 | |
-# The soul of Solva is calling now | 0:40:53 | 0:40:56 | |
-# Her meadows -are under the giant's foot | 0:40:57 | 0:41:01 | |
-# And her trees imprisoned | 0:41:02 | 0:41:05 | |
-# Imprisoned | 0:41:08 | 0:41:10 | |
-# Imprisoned # | 0:41:13 | 0:41:17 | |
-Thank you. | 0:41:19 | 0:41:20 | |
-I wrote this song about a girl -from Cardiff. | 0:41:38 | 0:41:43 | |
-# Cathy sings in the pub every night | 0:41:54 | 0:41:58 | |
-# She plays rock and roll -on the old guitar | 0:42:02 | 0:42:05 | |
-# The pub is full of smoke and noise | 0:42:09 | 0:42:12 | |
-# No-one takes any notice at the bar | 0:42:16 | 0:42:18 | |
-# Every night is like a fair | 0:42:22 | 0:42:25 | |
-# Catherine Mair -is the star of the pub | 0:42:30 | 0:42:33 | |
-# A little white telly -under the stairs | 0:42:36 | 0:42:40 | |
-# Be bop a lula, the golden harp | 0:42:43 | 0:42:47 | |
-# Yeah | 0:42:47 | 0:42:49 | |
-# Be bop a lula, the golden harp | 0:42:50 | 0:42:53 | |
-# Scoundrels of the city all meet | 0:42:53 | 0:42:57 | |
-# Sitting on their bikes -and getting drunk | 0:43:01 | 0:43:05 | |
-# Glasses flashing on the tables | 0:43:07 | 0:43:10 | |
-# Coming to see Cath -and her rock and roll | 0:43:14 | 0:43:18 | |
-# Every night is like a fair | 0:43:20 | 0:43:24 | |
-# Catherine Mair -is the star of the pub | 0:43:27 | 0:43:31 | |
-# A little white telly -under the stairs | 0:43:34 | 0:43:38 | |
-# Be bop a lula, the golden harp | 0:43:41 | 0:43:46 | |
-# Yeah | 0:43:46 | 0:43:48 | |
-# Be bop a lula, the golden harp | 0:43:48 | 0:43:52 | |
-# She'll still be singing | 0:43:52 | 0:43:55 | |
-# Sing the blues to the Irish | 0:43:59 | 0:44:02 | |
-# A bar of soul in Cardiff | 0:44:06 | 0:44:09 | |
-# A sneaky drink -before the live performance | 0:44:13 | 0:44:16 | |
-# Every night is like a fair | 0:44:19 | 0:44:23 | |
-# Catherine Mair -is the star of the pub | 0:44:26 | 0:44:30 | |
-# A little white telly -under the stairs | 0:44:32 | 0:44:36 | |
-# Be bop a lula, the golden harp | 0:44:40 | 0:44:44 | |
-# Yeah! | 0:44:44 | 0:44:46 | |
-# Be bop a lula, the golden harp | 0:44:47 | 0:44:50 | |
-# She packs away her guitar -in the empty room | 0:44:51 | 0:44:54 | |
-# Someone starts to brush the floor | 0:44:57 | 0:45:01 | |
-# Yeah, nobody knows -what she's saying | 0:45:04 | 0:45:10 | |
-# Or what's flashing -through her mind | 0:45:11 | 0:45:15 | |
-# Every night is like a fair | 0:45:18 | 0:45:22 | |
-# Catherine Mair -is the star of the pub | 0:45:25 | 0:45:29 | |
-# A little white telly | 0:45:32 | 0:45:35 | |
-# It's wild | 0:45:35 | 0:45:37 | |
-# Under the stairs | 0:45:38 | 0:45:40 | |
-# Be bop a lula, the golden harp | 0:45:43 | 0:45:47 | |
-# Yeah | 0:45:48 | 0:45:49 | |
-# Be bop a lula, the golden harp | 0:45:50 | 0:45:54 | |
-# Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm # | 0:45:54 | 0:45:58 | |
-That was Bibopalwla'r Delyn Aur. | 0:45:58 | 0:46:00 | |
-The programme is almost over -so thank you for joining me. | 0:46:00 | 0:46:04 | |
-I hope you enjoyed this performance -from the smoothie from Solva! | 0:46:05 | 0:46:09 | |
-We leave the final word to Meic. | 0:46:09 | 0:46:12 | |
-# You drunk your wine -on the narrow roads | 0:46:14 | 0:46:19 | |
-# In the early hours of the morning | 0:46:19 | 0:46:23 | |
-# You drunk your wine so I'll leave | 0:46:26 | 0:46:30 | |
-# From the cold moon of your dream | 0:46:34 | 0:46:38 | |
-# But the night has come to an end | 0:46:39 | 0:46:46 | |
-# Yes, the night has come to an end | 0:46:46 | 0:46:53 | |
-# Yes, the night has come to an end | 0:46:54 | 0:47:01 | |
-# Yes, the night -has come to an end # | 0:47:01 | 0:47:09 | |
-CHEERING AND APPLAUSE | 0:47:11 | 0:47:13 | |
-S4C Subtitles by Tinopolis | 0:47:37 | 0:47:39 | |
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