Sa’i ishe bod yn player’s player’s player of the year.
Sa’i ishe parch fy nghyd-chwaraewyr, fel rhyw Matt Le Tissier.
Sa’i ishe bod yn player’s player’s player of the year.
Sa’i ishe bod yn iron, iron, iron man,
A na’i ddim rhedeg, nofio, seiclo, na’i ddim symud cam o’r fan.
Sa’i ishe bod yn iron, iron, iron man.
Y Tad, Y Mab a’r Ysbryd Glân,
I gyd yn cerdded mewn i’r bar,
A meddai’r barman wrth y Tad,
Ma’ hon yn mynd i fod yn rownd rhad.
Does dim mesur llêd na hyd,
Yr hud a lledrith, fydd yn dod mewn i dy fyd,
Pan ti’n gadael fynd, o’r pethau sy’ yn fod i wneud ti’n ddyn.
S’dim byd neith gymharu, ‘da’r gwyrthiau ti’n cyflawni,
Dim ots sawl medal aur sy’ gyda fi
Na’ gyd fi angen yw sêt fach ar y gangen
I ishte yn y goeden gyda chi
Y Tad, Y Mab a’r Ysbryd Glân,
I gyd yn cerdded mewn i’r bar
A meddai’r barman wrth y Tad
“Ma’ hon yn mynd i fod yn rownd rhad”
Tri dwr tap a’u troi yn win,
Pan ti ar rounds ‘da Iesu Grist.
“So pam y wyneb ceffyl hir?
Arglwydd Mawr, pam Ti mor drist?”
Yr un peth sy’n ei boeni Fe,
Sy’n pwyso ar ei feddwl E,
Yw pam nad oedd e’n fwy o Dad,
Yn lle ‘neud glorified traws gwlad?
O! Arglwydd Mawr!
O! Iesu Grist!
TRANSLATION
I don’t want to be the player’s, player’s, player of the year
I don’t want the respect of my team-mates like some Matt Le Tissier
I don’t want to be the player’s, player’s, player of the year
I don’t want to be an iron, iron, iron man
And I won’t run, swim, cycle,
I won’t move a step from here
I don’t want to be an iron, iron, iron man
The Father, Son and Holy Ghost
All walk into the bar
And the barman says to the Father
This is going to be a cheap round
There’s no measuring the width or length
Of the magic that will come into your world
When you let go of the things that are meant to make you man
Nothing compares to the miracles you make
No matter how many gold medals I have
All I need is a little seat on the branch
To sit in the tree with you
The Father, Son and Holy Ghost
All walk into the bar
And the barman says to the Father
This is going to be a cheap round
Three tap waters and turn them into wine
When you’re on rounds with Jesus Christ
“So why the long horse face?
Great Lord, why are you so sad?”
The one thing that worries Him
That weighs on His mind
Is why he wasn’t more of a father
Instead of doing glorified cross country?
Oh! Great Lord!
Oh! Jesus Christ!
from
Dos Bebés,
released March 3, 2023
Cerddorion / Musicians:
Bethan Mai : Llais / Vocals 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, Piano 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, Farfisa 1, Synth 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 11, Glockenspiel 5, Trwmped / Trumpet 6
Ynyr Morgan Ifan : Llais / Vocals 1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9, 11, Gitâr Drydan / Electric Guitar 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, Gitâr Fas / Bass Guitar 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, Gitâr Acwstig / Acoustic Guitar 2, 7, 8, 9, Farfisa 1, Trwmped / Trumpet 6, Drymiau / Drums 6, Cloch Buwch / Cowbell 9
Frank Naughton : Drymiau / Drums 2, 4, 5, 6, 11, Synth 2, 11, Gitâr Fas / Bass Guitar 7
Llŷr Pari : Drymiau 1, 3, 5, 8
Mari Morgan : Ffidil / Violin 3, 5, 9, 10
Elen Ifan : Soddgrwth / Cello 3, 5, 9, 10, Llais / Vocals 9
Harri Rees : Clarinet 1, 8, 9, 10, Maui Xaphoon 9, Llais / Vocals 9
Ioan Hefin : Trwmped / Trumpet 6, 9, Corn Gorymdeithio / Marching Horn 6
Steffan Ebsworth : Llais / Vocals 1, 9
Eilir Pierce : Llais / Vocals 9
Tanwen Antur : Llais / Vocals 5, Synth 5, Curiad Calon /
Heart Beat 7