Owen Sheers - The Hill Fort (Y Gaer) lyrics

On a clear day he'd bring him here, his young son, charging the hill as wild as the long-maned ponies who'd watch a moment before dropping their heads to graze again. When he finally got him still he'd crouch so their eyes were level, one hand on the small of his back the other tracing the horizon, pointing out all the places lived in by the fathers and sons before them: Tretower, Raglan, Bredwardine ... And what he meant by this but never said, was 'Look. Look over this land and see how long the line is before you - how in these generations were no more than scattered grains; that from here in this view 9, 19, 90 years are much the same ... that it isn't the number of steps that will matter but the depth of their impression; And that's why he's come back again to tip these ashes onto the tongues of the wind and watch them spindrift into the night. Not just to make the circle complete, to heal or mend, but because he knows these walls, sunk however low, still hold him in as well as out protect as much as they defend.