Good-bye, sweet swallow, you go in sorrow.
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye.
Spread your wings and fly.
Make haste, make haste, make haste.
There’s no time you can waste. Run, run, run.
Go before the sun rises and reveals you.
We will miss you, too. But go to Gorhyv Glyn.
There’s much to be seen in Gorhyv, Gorhyv Glyn.
Go to the peaceful fey, they will greet you and say,
Welcome, Cymbril dear. You were probably filled with fear.
You are welcome here.