When Time Seems To Stand Still

On my many flights of fancy i go back many a Spring The bells of old St Davids in my memory they ring Above the coastal potato fields in the prime of the May When i visualize in fancy i can hear them ring today The tatie hokers picking potatoes their backs bent to the sky Above the cliffs of the ocean the airborne gulls did cry And the bells of old St Davids so beautiful to hear In the calm of the evening in the Springtime of the year Tatie hoking not an easy life or not an easy way Even for strong and fit young men for to earn a living pay But this was many years ago and only memories remain Of a way of life that used to be of hard work for little gain Above the brown potato fields carrying in the winds of rain The bells of old St Davids i hear them ring again The airborne gulls are mewing high above Lleithy hill How great the gift of memory is when time seems to stand still