The Ballad of Mabon

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Welsh, harmony, melody, a capella, choral, rhythmic drums, call and response, deep beats

The Ballad of Mabon - Celebrating Mabon Day

Illustrations on Night Cafe 
https://creator.nightcafe.studio/collection/dbI01AU3xp3Ds0YuDOfz

Watch on YouTube 
https://youtu.be/6tqQ71ncZlI?si=053KnUpidm4RhjT3

Watch on TikTok 
https://www.tiktok.com/@artelisabeth/video/7417075393980566814

Mab Modron, mae’n dal yn fyw,
Bydd yn rhydd pan ddaw’r dydd.
Mewn cysgod hir, dan y ddaear du,
Bydd Mabon yn dod adref.

Mabon, son of Modron, still alive,
He’ll be free when the day arrives.
In shadow long, beneath the earth so deep,
Mabon will come home to reap.

When Mabon was born, the moon was high,
Three nights old, then stolen away.
No one knew where the young one lay,
In shadow and stone he’d stay.

The heroes rode with hope in hand,
Through forests deep, and rivers wide.
To find the son of the Mother’s land,
In darkness where he’d hide.

Mab Modron, mae’n dal yn fyw,
Bydd yn rhydd pan ddaw’r dydd.
Mewn cysgod hir, dan y ddaear du,
Bydd Mabon yn dod adref.

Mabon, son of Modron, still alive,
He’ll be free when the day arrives.
In shadow long, beneath the earth so deep,
Mabon will come home to reap.

They sought the birds that knew the skies,
The blackbird whispered of ancient days,
The stag who roamed through hill and rise,
But neither knew his ways.

The eagle soared above the land,
Yet even he could not reveal,
Until the salmon, wise and grand,
Spoke of Mabon’s hidden seal.

[Chorus - Welsh]
Mab Modron, mae’n dal yn fyw,
Bydd yn rhydd pan ddaw’r dydd.
Mewn cysgod hir, dan y ddaear du,
Bydd Mabon yn dod adref.

Mabon, son of Modron, still alive,
He’ll be free when the day arrives.
In shadow long, beneath the earth so deep,
Mabon will come home to reap.

In Llyn Llyw, beneath the tide,
Mabon, bound in chains of steel,
Was freed by knights who broke his bind,
And rose with strength to heal.

Now Mabon rides the wild wind’s call,
No longer bound to cage or stone,
He brings the light that falls on all,
And claims his rightful throne.

Mab Modron, mae’n dal yn fyw,
Bydd yn rhydd pan ddaw’r dydd.
Mewn cysgod hir, dan y ddaear du,
Bydd Mabon yn dod adref.

Mabon, son of Modron, still alive,
He’ll be free when the day arrives.
In shadow long, beneath the earth so deep,
Mabon will come home to reap.

So sing of Mabon, born anew,
The son of light, the son of dawn.
From darkest depths, his spirit flew,
And on the earth, he shone.

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The Ballad of Mabon - Celebrating Mabon Day Illustrations on Night Cafe https://creator.nightcafe.studio/collection/dbI01AU3xp3Ds0YuDOfz Watch on YouTube https://youtu.be/6tqQ71ncZlI?si=053KnUpidm4RhjT3 Watch on TikTok https://www.tiktok.com/@artelisabeth/video/7417075393980566814 Mab Modron, mae’n dal yn fyw, Bydd yn rhydd pan ddaw’r dydd. Mewn cysgod hir, dan y ddaear du, Bydd Mabon yn dod adref. Mabon, son of Modron, still alive, He’ll be free when the day arrives. In shadow long, beneath the earth so deep, Mabon will come home to reap. When Mabon was born, the moon was high, Three nights old, then stolen away. No one knew where the young one lay, In shadow and stone he’d stay. The heroes rode with hope in hand, Through forests deep, and rivers wide. To find the son of the Mother’s land, In darkness where he’d hide. Mab Modron, mae’n dal yn fyw, Bydd yn rhydd pan ddaw’r dydd. Mewn cysgod hir, dan y ddaear du, Bydd Mabon yn dod adref. Mabon, son of Modron, still alive, He’ll be free when the day arrives. In shadow long, beneath the earth so deep, Mabon will come home to reap. They sought the birds that knew the skies, The blackbird whispered of ancient days, The stag who roamed through hill and rise, But neither knew his ways. The eagle soared above the land, Yet even he could not reveal, Until the salmon, wise and grand, Spoke of Mabon’s hidden seal. [Chorus - Welsh] Mab Modron, mae’n dal yn fyw, Bydd yn rhydd pan ddaw’r dydd. Mewn cysgod hir, dan y ddaear du, Bydd Mabon yn dod adref. Mabon, son of Modron, still alive, He’ll be free when the day arrives. In shadow long, beneath the earth so deep, Mabon will come home to reap. In Llyn Llyw, beneath the tide, Mabon, bound in chains of steel, Was freed by knights who broke his bind, And rose with strength to heal. Now Mabon rides the wild wind’s call, No longer bound to cage or stone, He brings the light that falls on all, And claims his rightful throne. Mab Modron, mae’n dal yn fyw, Bydd yn rhydd pan ddaw’r dydd. Mewn cysgod hir, dan y ddaear du, Bydd Mabon yn dod adref. Mabon, son of Modron, still alive, He’ll be free when the day arrives. In shadow long, beneath the earth so deep, Mabon will come home to reap. So sing of Mabon, born anew, The son of light, the son of dawn. From darkest depths, his spirit flew, And on the earth, he shone.

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