Wings of the Grasses
                                -- Hilary Tann (1954), music
                                -- Menna Elfyn (1952), words

In our sleep the wings of the grasses bring us 
   secret messages and we set them free:
tickling grass under chin, tickling maidens’ 
   legs, grass to plait in our hair, 
grass the tail of squirrels.

They will guide us to the vale of freedom 
   where the candle gleams in the eye:
the fairy’s grass, the kitten’s grass, grass of 
   little lamb-tails, grass frog and toad.

On the gorse and on the mountain where the grass 
   gives us a pillow, 

where the grass murmurs fables,  where the grass 
   hides our footsteps, 
we’d count all the grasses: tickling grass under 
  chin, tickling maidens’ legs, 
grass to plait in our hair, grass the tail of 
  squirrels, the fairy’s grass, the kitten’s grass,
grass of little lamb-tails, grass frog and toad. 
  We’d count all the grasses: sweet grass,
grass lock, grass desiring, grass of loving, grass 
  of the seasons, sweet grass, grass lock,
 grass desiring, grass of loving, grass departing, 
 grass departing.