Milk And Honey

Written about my Welsh ancestors who came to the Appalachians 

~Milk And Honey~

I have heard of a golden land, 

Far across the stormy strand, 

Different to the gray mire of Wales, 

And only reached by snowy sails, 

It is the land beyond the sunset, 

And I wish to reach it yet, 

This land of green tall mountains, 

Where the milk and honey fountains, 

Where it is always bright and sunny, 

And no one will lack money, 

This American promised land, 

Gifted from God's Mighty Hand, 

Where no more will we be poor, 

In the shadow of our brethren's door, 

Woe to the impoverished nobility, 

Who have had learned humility, 

And been subjected to their own serfdom, 

In their own ancient kingdom, 

But in dreams there is hope of something, 

Of wanting and lacking nothing, 

Of the land of always sunny, 

Where flows the milk and honey.