Far out across Carnarvon bay, Beneath the evening waves, The ancient dead begin their day And stream among the graves.
Listen, for they of ghostly speech, Who died when Christ was born, May dance upon the golden beach That once was golden corn.
And you may learn of Dyfed's reign, And dream Nemedian tales Of Kings who sailed in ships from Spain And lent their swords to Wales.
Listen, for like a golden snake The Ocean twists and stirs, And whispers how the dead men wake And call across the years.
