Beneath the wave-swept ocean
Are many pretty towns
That hearkened to the bell-rings
Set pealing through the night
Through negligent abandon
By a watcher on the wall
The bells of Cantre'r Gwaelod
Submerged beneath the wave

When the sea was surging
with gales upon the wave
The gull, so pale, was failing
to settle on their crest
When waves crashed on the sea-shore
with thunder in its wake
The bells of Cantre'r Gwaelod
are silent 'neath the wave

But when the sea is quiet
with waves that aren't foam-flecked
and day is gently slipping
behind the far-hill's slope
sweet tones are heard a-rising
and this I know as truth
The bells of Cantre'r Gwaelod
are sounding 'neath the wave

O! ring-out bells of childhood
on ocean's salty floor
for early strains of living
sound in their song for me
Whilst live the shore I'll think of
on many quiet nights
and bells of Cantre'r Gwaelod
still ringing 'neath the wave