Love Struck Made in Wales
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Of ancient tales, all based in Wales Is where we set our scene | 0:00:03 | 0:00:07 | |
A tiny class, kids bored en masse Minds numbed by the routine | 0:00:08 | 0:00:13 | |
Welsh days of yore, never a chore When steeped in myth and magic | 0:00:17 | 0:00:22 | |
Throw in a lake Some hearts to break | 0:00:22 | 0:00:24 | |
And an ending ever tragic | 0:00:24 | 0:00:27 | |
Start with a lamb, some sheep, a ram A shepherd for good grace | 0:00:27 | 0:00:31 | |
But sure he's smart, oft true of Heart and handsome in the face | 0:00:31 | 0:00:35 | |
His days a chore, not one to bore His attention always fleeting | 0:00:35 | 0:00:40 | |
His gaze drawn past The fields the grass | 0:00:40 | 0:00:43 | |
The llyn stirs 'neath the bleating | 0:00:43 | 0:00:45 | |
Gurgles surprise From splashes arise | 0:00:45 | 0:00:48 | |
An other-worldly vision | 0:00:48 | 0:00:50 | |
Born of the lake, now his to take Three times he woos her decision | 0:00:50 | 0:00:55 | |
Though his to wed, to take to bed Her welfare he must cherish | 0:00:55 | 0:01:00 | |
To strike but thrice He'd pay the price | 0:01:00 | 0:01:03 | |
Their romance would soon perish. | 0:01:03 | 0:01:05 | |
BELL RINGS | 0:01:05 | 0:01:08 | |
This tale of old will be retold Take heed and note its message | 0:01:17 | 0:01:21 | |
One school we take, two lovers make Three strikes their looming presage. | 0:01:21 | 0:01:27 | |
CHILDREN'S VOICES AND SHOUTS | 0:01:31 | 0:01:35 | |
Alone he sat - quite oft, at that - The bench his makeshift throne | 0:01:35 | 0:01:40 | |
When all around Games played unbound | 0:01:40 | 0:01:42 | |
While Glyn sat all alone | 0:01:42 | 0:01:44 | |
From out his gaze | 0:01:44 | 0:01:46 | |
He's caught ablaze A cascade of golden hair | 0:01:46 | 0:01:50 | |
Her beauty so, his heart did slow | 0:01:50 | 0:01:51 | |
He could but stop and stare | 0:01:51 | 0:01:55 | |
From far abound his comfort ground She stands for his attention | 0:01:55 | 0:02:00 | |
Lost in a trance He takes his chance | 0:02:00 | 0:02:02 | |
His breath so full of tension | 0:02:02 | 0:02:04 | |
So keen to meet, he finds his feet And grabs for what's to hand | 0:02:06 | 0:02:10 | |
His lunch time snack That he did pack | 0:02:10 | 0:02:14 | |
Looks limp and rather bland. | 0:02:14 | 0:02:17 | |
Now on a quest To make the best | 0:02:38 | 0:02:41 | |
Sarnie she has tasted | 0:02:41 | 0:02:42 | |
He won't be beat Though quite a feat | 0:02:42 | 0:02:44 | |
His talents won't be wasted | 0:02:44 | 0:02:47 | |
He sticks with plain, not too insane His sandwich for her veggie | 0:02:47 | 0:02:51 | |
Hand-picked delights In meat-free bites | 0:02:51 | 0:02:53 | |
His choices for her plenty | 0:02:53 | 0:02:55 | |
In brown paper he wraps them later | 0:02:55 | 0:02:58 | |
So lovingly tied and bound | 0:02:58 | 0:03:01 | |
His heart a-flutter For bread and butter | 0:03:01 | 0:03:04 | |
his aim in life now found | 0:03:04 | 0:03:06 | |
Upon his wall, he sees it all The playground below unfolding | 0:03:10 | 0:03:15 | |
Close to his chest The sarnie pressed | 0:03:15 | 0:03:18 | |
Her gaze he is left holding | 0:03:18 | 0:03:21 | |
He crosses now Not sure of how | 0:03:21 | 0:03:23 | |
The children seem to part | 0:03:23 | 0:03:25 | |
But careful, son, don't be the one | 0:03:25 | 0:03:28 | |
To strike and break her heart. | 0:03:28 | 0:03:31 | |
BELL RINGS | 0:03:37 | 0:03:40 | |
Head all a-blaze, a culinary maze A mountain still to climb | 0:03:48 | 0:03:53 | |
He makes a list, food with a twist To save himself some time | 0:03:53 | 0:03:57 | |
Ice cream and figs? Of beans and twigs? | 0:03:57 | 0:04:00 | |
His ideas all half-soaked | 0:04:01 | 0:04:04 | |
He sighs defeat But then thinks, "Meat!" | 0:04:04 | 0:04:08 | |
His veggie ways revoked | 0:04:08 | 0:04:10 | |
Oh, of pork and jam Red sauce and ham | 0:04:10 | 0:04:13 | |
He ploughs on with conviction | 0:04:13 | 0:04:16 | |
Now on the track, he won't look back | 0:04:16 | 0:04:19 | |
Recipes his new addiction | 0:04:19 | 0:04:22 | |
Much like the wind Luck changed for Glyn | 0:04:24 | 0:04:27 | |
He feels it in his being | 0:04:27 | 0:04:30 | |
This latest snack Will make her crack | 0:04:30 | 0:04:32 | |
There'll be no disagreeing | 0:04:32 | 0:04:34 | |
He spots her soon | 0:04:34 | 0:04:36 | |
His heart doth swoon | 0:04:36 | 0:04:38 | |
A pilgrimage he follows | 0:04:38 | 0:04:40 | |
His sacrifice made last night His nervousness he swallows | 0:04:40 | 0:04:45 | |
He passes through, his lips he chews | 0:04:45 | 0:04:47 | |
His nervous palms grow sweaty | 0:04:47 | 0:04:50 | |
So careful today in every way His belly squirms like spaghetti. | 0:04:50 | 0:04:56 | |
CHILDREN SHOUTING | 0:04:59 | 0:05:03 | |
JIVE MUSIC | 0:05:06 | 0:05:11 | |
A glance they hold, a story told Without the need for words | 0:05:19 | 0:05:23 | |
A moment spent, her smile, her scent Hearts flutter now like birds | 0:05:24 | 0:05:30 | |
To strike but thrice | 0:05:30 | 0:05:33 | |
He'd pay the price No longer his to cherish | 0:05:33 | 0:05:35 | |
To strike but thrice | 0:05:35 | 0:05:38 | |
He'd pay the price Their romance would soon perish | 0:05:38 | 0:05:41 | |
When from behind, the villain The crime | 0:05:41 | 0:05:45 | |
Sneaks up on our love-struck pair | 0:05:45 | 0:05:48 | |
We seen the run, the knee-drop shun | 0:05:48 | 0:05:51 | |
Flowers now in the air | 0:05:51 | 0:05:52 | |
MUFFLED LAUGHTER AND MUSIC | 0:05:52 | 0:05:55 | |
Our poor boy, Glyn So young, so prim | 0:05:55 | 0:05:59 | |
So ignorant of his fate | 0:05:59 | 0:06:01 | |
He's struck her once Yet still the dunce | 0:06:01 | 0:06:05 | |
Twice more before it's too late. | 0:06:05 | 0:06:08 | |
MUFFLED SOUNDS OF CANTEEN | 0:06:16 | 0:06:20 | |
CHANTING | 0:06:25 | 0:06:27 | |
Joining in to fire this thing Glyn swallows hard for fear | 0:06:29 | 0:06:33 | |
He takes his aim, hopes all the same It'll strike a different peer | 0:06:33 | 0:06:39 | |
His wish comes true, out of the blue | 0:06:39 | 0:06:42 | |
He hits the one he hearts | 0:06:42 | 0:06:44 | |
Strikes down to two, what can he do? Left helpless as she departs | 0:06:44 | 0:06:49 | |
Again he smacks Not bumped or cracked | 0:06:49 | 0:06:52 | |
So soon he'll find her vanished | 0:06:52 | 0:06:55 | |
Left all alone back on his throne And from her arms now banished. | 0:06:55 | 0:06:59 | |
A friendship torn, now so forlorn Our two sit far apart | 0:07:07 | 0:07:13 | |
A pair once close, now torn by blows A crack starts in their hearts | 0:07:13 | 0:07:19 | |
He tries with bread To mend the shred | 0:07:19 | 0:07:22 | |
His hard work comes too late | 0:07:22 | 0:07:24 | |
She soon jumps down A new game found | 0:07:24 | 0:07:27 | |
He's left without his mate | 0:07:27 | 0:07:30 | |
An invite comes From playground chums | 0:07:33 | 0:07:35 | |
Though wounded by heartache | 0:07:35 | 0:07:39 | |
"Forget it, now," his silent vow | 0:07:39 | 0:07:41 | |
Still blind to his mistake | 0:07:41 | 0:07:43 | |
He kicks the ball, forgets it all This girl and the sadness | 0:07:45 | 0:07:50 | |
The ball sails high Right through the sky | 0:07:51 | 0:07:54 | |
Its landing place sheer madness! | 0:07:54 | 0:07:57 | |
This poor boy, Glyn, his future grim | 0:08:00 | 0:08:02 | |
He took no heed of warning | 0:08:02 | 0:08:06 | |
Three times he strikes The girl he likes | 0:08:06 | 0:08:10 | |
His love for her in mourning. | 0:08:10 | 0:08:13 | |
MUFFLED LAUGHTER | 0:08:13 | 0:08:17 | |
Our tale of old, or such I'm told | 0:08:24 | 0:08:27 | |
Finds fresh blood in our story | 0:08:27 | 0:08:31 | |
But is it true? | 0:08:31 | 0:08:32 | |
That's up to you | 0:08:32 | 0:08:34 | |
I won't take all the glory. | 0:08:34 | 0:08:37 | |
Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd | 0:08:58 | 0:09:01 | |
email [email protected] | 0:09:03 | 0:09:06 |
