When, in springtime ... 
Have you ever watched your beloved from a distance, and been riveted to the spot, just gazing, lost in love? Then you'll understand this song. The tune sounds so old, it's one of my absolute favourites. 

Pan o’wn y gwanwyn ar uchelfryn,
Yn gwylio’r defaid gyda’r wyn,
Clywn lais fy nghariad ber ei chaniad,
Yn seinio’n llawen yn y llwyn;
Oedd gwawr llawenydd ar ei deurudd
O mor hardd ei lliw a’i llun,
A minnau’n syllu, ac ymhyfrydu,
Gan hardded hwyl fy annwyl fun.

When I was in springtime on a high hill,
Watching the sheep with their lambs.
I heard the voice of my beloved - so pure her song - 
Ringing merrily in the grove,
Was that a blush of happiness dawning on her cheeks?
Oh, so beautiful her colour, her picture,
And there was I, gazing, enraptured,
At the happy beauty of my dear one.

Pan Ow'n y Gwanwyn

I will be singing this poem on Monday 10th November at Conwy Folk Club as part of a folk evening of remembrance, Armistice Pals: http://www.armisticepals.com/
See www.conwyfolkclub.org.uk for details.

Flanders Fields

From a now 'old' trio album.  Love Autumn Leaves though!  

Autumn Leaves

Written, performed and recorded by Sam Dowden
Copyright 2013 

In A Daze

There'll Never Be Another You (Dan Whieldon and Carl Raven)

All the Things You Are (Dan Whieldon and Carl Raven)

singer- tryingtobeasongwriter - guitar - cello - piano

Flanders Fields

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