theres a folk lore story from many years ago
about a famous dog that every one would know
the dog he was from wales a folk lore tragedy
a tale they say is true that didnt have to be

it tells of a prince. named Llywelyn the Great
tells the story of his son in a tragic fate
went out on a hunt left his dog to guard is son
prince he went of to have some hunting fun

when the prince returned he saw blood on the hound
looked in  his sons cot was nowhere to be found
prince he drew his sword killed his faithful hound
there were yells and screams as he fell to the ground

then he heard a cry from a blooded blanket on the floor
the prince lifted up the blanket there a dead wolf saw
his son was still alive his dog saved a tragedy
he fought to save his son with all his bravery

now the dog his a legend Gelert his is name
alway to be remebered in the hall of fame

theres a memorial you can visit south of Beddgelert village
its in wales

we should thank our mum for giving us our birth
carrying us inside then placing us on earth
then she had to raise us be our guiding light
read us bedtime stories so we could sleep at night

she was always there when ever things went wrong
to guide us through the bad times with her love so strong
so we should thank her dearly our best friend and our chum
thank her for just being there.  thank her for being mum.

when ever i get lonely i search my memory
i look back in time how it used to be
times i loved the best when i was just a kid
all the friends i knew different things  we did

makes me smile again gives my heart aglow
thinking of the things that i used to know
now those times have gone there just a memory
there still in my mind and will always be

mama sang a song of a bluebird sky
when it was time for bed sang her lullaby
she would sing it to me till my eyes began close
then to her lullaby i would gently doze

had the voice of angel as gentle as can be
wrote the song herself especially for me
all about the bluebirds in the bluebird sky
that made me fall asleep when she sang her lullaby

now im all grown up with children of my own
i sing them a bedtime song that ive always known
mamas  bluebird song of a bluebird sky
the one she wrote for me her bedtime lullaby

i wont forget my daddy on the day he died
daddy was a miner he got trapped inside
mine began to crumble he couldnt get away
i just cried and cried when he died that day

he was everything that a dad should be
gave  all his love to my ma and me
working in a mine to support his family
best dad in the world there could ever be

i will make him proud do the best i can
now all grown  up ive become a man
give my love to mama like daddy used to do
do the best i can now theres just us two

daddy was a miner spent life in a hole
working in the dark digging out the coal
did the best he could supporting ma and me
i was just a kid at the age of three

as the years went bye  his health it took its toll
breathing in the dust  while he was digging coal
daddy carried on till his last breath it had gone
i took daddies place so we could carry on

i became a miner  didnt have much choice
daddy is still there i can hear his voice
watching over me right there by my side
now my angel daddy will always be my guide

i love the german shepard a lovely dog is he
they are very loyal as faithful as can be
they give you there friendship that is real and true
anytime at all always there for you

when ever you are down they will always know
they will comfort you down by your side will go
keep you company take away the blue
and the smile you had will come back to you

such a lovely dog with elegance and grace
with a lovely coat and there lovely face
always there for you to give you love each day
a friendship for a lifetime that is there to stay