Spring Always Comes

by Fiona & Gorwel Owen

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‘An album of shimmering delights’ – Adam Walton, BBC Radio Wales
‘Mae hon jyst yn brydferth’ – Dyl Mei, Golwg

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released August 18, 2008

Gyda/with: Cass Meurig, John Lawrence, Owen Lloyd-Evans, Alun Tan Lan, Edwin Humphreys, Rob MacKay

Caneuon/Songs by Fiona & Gorwel Owen heblaw/except:
1. Music: Fiona & Gorwel Owen. Words from Oerfel Gaeaf Duw by Aled Jones Williams.
Gyda llawer o ddiolch i Aled a Gwasg y Bwthyn.
4. Music: Fiona & Gorwel Owen. Setting of ‘Eirlysiau’, a poem by Waldo Williams.
Gyda llawer o ddiolch i Eluned Richards.
11. Trad. Arr. Fiona & Gorwel Owen
‘Ychydig Is Na’r Angylion’ shares its title with a novel by Aled Jones Williams.
Ofn (Cyhoeddi/Publishing)
Recordiwyd yn Llanfaelog, Ynys Môn rhwng Haf 2007 a Gwanwyn 2008.
Recorded in Llanfaelog, Ynys Môn between Summer 2007 and Spring 2008.
Ôl-gynhyrchu/Mastering: Siwan Lisa Evans

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Track Name: Spring Always Comes
Spring Always Comes

Even though you say you're weary
And even though you say it's raining
And that's a reason to be sad
And dreary

There are beads of green on the apple tree

And though you say winter's an enemy
And though you fear the way her gravity
Pulls everything under ground
Your remedy

Is to see the beads of green on the apple tree
Spring isn't the cliche that you take it to be
Everything is a mystery
New leaves upon the tree
And Spring always comes back round

And though you say you've lost direction
And though you say that the miraculous
Is just a figment of the mind
On reflection
There are beads of green on the apple tree

And though you say the dark is like a tomb
I'll share my apple from the summer with you
Some of the seeds we'll plant
Deep in winter's womb

And watch for the green beads of new apple trees
Spring isn't the cliche that you take it to be
Everything is a mystery
New leaves upon the tree
And Spring always comes back round ...