From Cardiff runs a winding road

With, at its end, a pleasant hearth:

So short’s the way and light the load

From Cardiff to Penarth.

And she who sits beside the hearth,

Or greets me on the pleasant leas,

Shall one day in the applegarth

Talk of these days as memories.

And as the golden summer slips

Into the time of harvest moons

That set behind the spidery ships

After long afternoons,

We’ll hear the churning nightjar play

About the applegarth,

And watch the closing in of day

Beside the glimmering hearth:

And we’ll recall the winding way

From Cardiff to Penarth.