The whole land of Wales echoes with the folk songs of a people who sing because they must.
The memory of my mother singing, has made my whole life sweet.

When blue days came for me, and hardship almost forced me to despair, I turned my thoughts to her, singing as she rocked a cradle, and from her spirit my own heart took hope again.

I think the reason I have never cared for drink is this: the ease from mental pain that other men have sought in alcohol, I always found in song..