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MY VALLEY
My valley is the children
Who play in the street,
My valley is the children
And the people that I meet

My valley is the School
Where I go each day
My valley is the School
And the Playground where I play.

My valley is the rugby field
Where the players go to train
My valley is the rugby field
Where they go to play their games

My valley is the library
Where I go to borrow a book
My valley is the library
Maybe you'll pop in and have a look

My valley is fantastic
If you lived there you would see
My valley is fantastic
My valley is me.

THE PIT WHEELS OF THE MINE
The pit wheels stand by the railways
They've been there for years on end
Waiting to pull up endless drams of coal
Waiting for the mine to open again.

I wander past the pit wheels every night
On my way home from school
Thinking what it must have been like
Wandering through the dark wet tunnels
Along the hidden alley ways
Up and down digging for coal
Wandering through the dust
Down in the black steep hole.

The pit wheels field is very clean now
There are picnic benches all around
Children play football in the pit wheel field
Giant pit wheels stand all alone on the bend
Marking the place where the Seven Sisters pit ends.

I WISH MY VALLEY WAS GOLDEN
I Wish My Valley Was Golden
I wish my valley was clean
The best I've ever seen
I wish my valley clean
And very, very clean

I wish my valley was like a crown
And not all dirty and brown

Valley between two mountains
All golden and brown
Love between two mountains
Lonely in the town
Each day is a new life
Yet it is still dirty and brown.

MY VALLEY, MY FUTURE
Valley of my future is the best
All the others are no contest
Lay on top of the mountain
And you will see
Lots of animals, trees and fields
Everything here, nice and fresh
You come to Dulais Valley
And you will see
We are better than the rest.

THE VALLEY
Man came to the valleys
And made them black and grey,
They took all that they needed
And then they moved Away,
But now the sun can shine again
and all the grass is Green,
For nature has reclaimed her land
and man's destruction is left unseen

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