Pitran, patran
Titrwm, tatrwm
Dagrau agos, dagrau glaw
Near tears, tears of rain
Pitran, patran
Titrwm, tatrwm
Cysgu blantos bore ddaw
Hush, little children, morning will come again

All things bright and beautiful
All creatures great and small
All things wise and wonderful
The Lord God made them all
The purple-headed mountain
The river running by
The sunset and the morning
That brightens up the sky
The tall trees in the greenwood
The meadows where we play
The rushes by the water
To gather every day

Titrwm, tatrwm etc
Twrw, twrw, twrw, bwrw etc
Bore bwrw, bore bach etc
(bwrw: hitting, throwing. “it’s raining” in Welsh is literally
“it’s hitting/throwing rain”)
bore bach: first light (literally “little morning”)
Soprano solo
Bach, bach