The places I played in my childhood
Will soon be green no more.
Where I danced and ran and sang my songs
There will be houses by the score.
Where butterflies played and frogs hopped
And dragonflies danced on the breeze.
There’ll be tarmac roads and lampposts
There won’t even be any trees.
The clear blue water of the canal
Will soon turn as black as the night.
The king fisher’s call will be heard no more.
Just the sound of drunken men as they fight.
Now the places I walked with my Nan when a boy
Will be lost into time evermore
The path that we walked that led up to the farm
Will now lead you to someone’s front door.
People must have homes I hear them say
Well up to a point this is true.
But why should they spoil the beauty of torfaen
There must be lots of other places I’m sure.
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