Dros Gymru'n Gwlad (Finlandia) - Katherine Jenkins, Ян Сибелиус

Dros Gymru’n gwlad, O!

Dad dyrchafwn gri,

Y winllan wen a roed i’n gofal ni;

D’amddiffyn cryf a’i cadwo’n ffyddlon byth,

A boed i’r gwir a’r glân gael ynddi nyth;

Er mwyn dy Fab a’i prynodd iddo’i hun,

O!

crea hi yn Gymru ar dy lun.

O!

deued dydd pan fo awelon Duw

Yn chwythu eto dros ein herwau gwyw,

A’r crindir cras dan ras cawodydd nef

Yn erddi Crist, yn ffrwythlon iddo Ef;

A’n heniaith fwyn â gorfoleddus hoen

Yn seinio fry haeddiannau’r Addfwyn Oen.

O!

deued dydd pan fo awelon Duw

Yn chwythu eto dros ein herwau gwyw,

A’r crindir cras dan ras cawodydd nef

Yn erddi Crist, yn ffrwythlon iddo Ef;

A’n heniaith fwyn â gorfoleddus hoen

Yn seinio fry haeddiannau’r Addfwyn Oen.

All over Wales, O!

Daddy let's cry,

The white vineyard you entrusted to us;

Strongly protected and faithfully kept forever,

And may the truth and the clean have in it a nest;

For the sake of your Son who bought it for himself,

Oh!

create it in Wales on your drawing.

Oh!

come a day when God's breezes

Blowing again over our wormholes,

And the grunting roar under the grace of the showers of heaven

In the gardens of Christ, fruitful to Him;

And our sweet old language with joyful joys

Shining above the merits of the Gentle Lamb.

Oh!

come a day when God's breezes

Blowing again over our wormholes,

And the grunting roar under the grace of the showers of heaven

In the gardens of Christ, fruitful to Him;

And our sweet old language with joyful joys

Shining above the merits of the Gentle Lamb.