My heart will remain in Brecon;
its friendly air and kindly folk
are like certainties that beckon,
balms to nomads in need of hope.
Life flows calm in this gentle town;
jumping with joy over the jazz,
a summer delight rich with sounds,
streets alive to the razzmatazz.
People flock to let their souls sing;
charm, laughter, views – you can reckon,
climbing Pen-y-fan, clear as spring
my heart will remain in Brecon.