文本歌词

At the end of the first world war weary men returned from the battle field in europe to a land fit for heroes
Some how things don't turn out that way
You see the mine lords in the country told the miners that they have to work for longer hours for less wages
On the street through out the rhonda valley in south wales the battle cries rose
Not a minute of the day not a penny off the pay the miners went on strike
It was a long and bitter fight
Times were hard children went hungry
Many people left the valley of wales to try and make better life for themselves in cities all over the world
This song is dedicated to them and their descendants
So you went and left your the valley
All those years ago and many were the young men at the time
And as you left the station you saw that you were leaving the rivers the mountains and the mines
You came into the city left your friends at home
To make yourself a better life was your aim
The heartbeat of the rhonda is not the thing to see
But it's always calling out your name
Come home come home to where you belong
Back to the rhonda your land of soul
The bright lights of the city are not what they seems
Come home rhonda boy where the valley are green
So all of your life you been home since you left your valley
Now you know nothing can compare
Where else in all over this wide world could you stand on a mountain and hear a thousand voice fill the air
Come home come home to where you belong
Back to the rhonda your land of soul
The bright lights of the city are not what they seems
Come home rhonda boy where the valley are green