Nostalgia yearns for places never found,
We search in hope, with joy, and trusting sighs;
Hiraeth is ours, both souls are homeward bound. 

The hollow echoes with a birdlike sound, 
A song is heard, it crests and gently dies; 
Nostalgia yearns for places never found. 

We found a love that shared a common ground 
Where both of us had suffered burns from lies; 
Hiraeth is ours, both souls are homeward bound.

A gentle touch said all my hope was crowned,
We let ourselves succumb to loving eyes; 
Nostalgia yearns for places never found.

Your joy is mine and, thus, no turning round, 
Foregoing doubt we both must see the prize;
Hiraeth is ours, both souls are homeward bound.

The sun is setting soon, our course westbound,  
We join warm hands, both moist as are our eyes.
Nostalgia yearns for places never found, 
Hiraeth is ours, both souls are homeward bound.