8. Sep, 2014

Music in your blood!

An amazing thing happened on the ward this evening, as I worked a late shift. The dimly lit corridor was brought to life, not by light, but with music that I instantly recognized and thought for a moment that someone had their television turned up to the highest notch, but I was wrong.

     Stepping out onto the ward, I listened to see where the music was coming from. It sent shivers up my spine. It was a song, sung in welsh and one that my father often sang to me when I was just a child. In that moment, I was that child again and longed to see my father standing there smiling back at me. But he had died a long time ago!

       So I followed the voice which had risen to a crescendo and had aroused the curiosity of some of the patients.

       The voice was coming from a room at the far end of the corridor and standing in front of the closed door, I was almost reluctant to knock and disrupt the music. It was incredible.   

        But I knocked and opened the door and watched in amazement, as a patient belted out the old welsh song ‘We’ll keep a welcome in the hillside’ his eyes shut fast and his fists flashing about as if conducting an orchestra. I waited for him to finish before giving an exaggerated cough and a genuine smile. This was returned, with the added apology which I said was not necessary.

         I closed the door gently behind me as I left the room and everyone was delighted when his voice echoed through the ward once again.

          He eventually slept and so, I guess did all the other patients, with their own memories of days gone by.  

 

Far away a voice is calling
Bells of memory chime
Come home again, come home again
They call through the oceans of time

We'll keep a welcome in the hillsides,
We'll keep a welcome in the Vales.
This land you knew will still be singing,
When you come home again to Wales.

This land of song will keep a welcome,
And with a love that never fails.
We'll kiss away each hour of hiraeth,
When you come home again to Wales.

We'll keep a welcome in the hillsides,
We'll keep a welcome in the Vales.
This land you knew will still be singing,
When you come home again to Wales.

This land of song will keep a welcome,
And with a love that never fails.
We'll kiss away each hour of hiraeth,
When you come home again to Wales.

We'll kiss away each hour of hiraeth
When you come home again to Wales

Never forget you’re Welsh!