Manafon
There's a man down in the valley
Who doesn't speak in his own tongue
He bears a grudge against the English
The tune to which his songs are sung
There's a man down in the valley
Who is moving back in time
It's a physical ascension
You can watch him as he climbs
The farmer's wives are at their windows
They've seen him wind his way for hours
They tell the kids to lower their voices
And pretend that they are out
There's a man down in the valley
Trying to stop time in its tracks
His boots lie heavy on the grasses
But it keeps on pushing back
And his wife she was a painter
But now she stains the altar black
He's out bird watching on the islands
And she wishes he'd come back
There's a man down in the valley
And he dreams of moving west
Of battles raged against the furies
That might see him at his best
There's a man down in the valley
Don't know his right foot from his left
Don't know his right foot from his left
Hombre de Manafon
Hay un hombre en el valle
Que no habla en su propia lengua
Guarda rencor contra los ingleses
La melodía con la que canta sus canciones
Hay un hombre en el valle
Que está retrocediendo en el tiempo
Es una ascensión física
Puedes verlo mientras sube
Las esposas de los granjeros están en sus ventanas
Lo han visto avanzar durante horas
Le dicen a los niños que bajen la voz
Y finjan que no están
Hay un hombre en el valle
Tratando de detener el tiempo en su curso
Sus botas pesan sobre la hierba
Pero esta sigue empujando de vuelta
Y su esposa era pintora
Pero ahora mancha el altar de negro
Él está observando aves en las islas
Y ella desea que regrese
Hay un hombre en el valle
Y sueña con ir al oeste
De batallas libradas contra las furias
Que podrían mostrarlo en su mejor momento
Hay un hombre en el valle
No sabe distinguir su pie derecho del izquierdo
No sabe distinguir su pie derecho del izquierdo