OLD WELSH SONG
(Henry Treece - poem)

Joan Baez

 
I take with me where I go a pen and a golden bowl;
Poet and beggar step in my shoes, or a prince in a purple shawl.
I bring with me when I return to the house that my father's hands made,
A crooning bird on a crystal bough and Oh, a sad, sad word!






(Contributed by =a= - June 2010)