Clara

Don't ride her far
Take it easy today
The mare needs her rest
And her hay

Don't push her too hard
The path yesterday
Gone further and further
Away

Call her Clara (disco)
Riding through the springtime
Call her Clara (disco)
Riding through the evening

Ah-ahh
Ah-ahh

Yn edrych am y ceffyl du
O aberaeron I lanon
Yffach ma cwymp mawr
I lawr I'r môr ger aberarth

Ma twll yn y pridd yn alltwalis
Ma twll yn y pridd yn alltwalis
Ma twll yn y pridd yn alltwalis
Ma twll yn y pridd yn alltwalis
Lle taflaf fy mhryderon

This reeking spoil
From minuteless toil
A shimmering puddle
Of oil

I can't see my face
Look here in this mirror
The skin on my skull
It grows thinner

Call her Clara (disco)
Riding through the winter
Call her Clara (disco)
Riding through the evening

Ah-ahh
Ah-ahh

I had a wee sister
They called her Peep Peep
She waded the waters
So deep, deep, deep

She climbed up the mountains
So high, high, high
And poor little thing
She had but one eye