Jeanne Beaudry
1911—2002
À la fin de sa vie, Jeanne s'était prise d'admiration pour le chanteur gallois Bryn Terfel dont quelques airs traditionnels furent joués lors de ses funérailles
Ar hyd y nos
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Holl amrantau'r sêr ddywedant
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Dyma'r ffordd i fro gogoniant,
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Golau arall yw tywyllwch
I arddangos gwir brydferthwch
Teulu'r nefoedd mewn tawelwch
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O mor siriol, gwena seren
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I oleuo'i chwaer ddaearen
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Nos yw henaint pan ddaw cystudd
Ond i harddu dyn a'i hwyrddydd
Rhown ein golau gwan i'n gilydd
Ar hyd y nos.
All through the night
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Ev'ry star in heaven is singing
All through the night,
Hear the glorious music ringing
All through the night.
Songs of sweet ethereal lightness
Wrought in realms of peace and whiteness;
See, the dark gives way to brightness
All through the night.
Look, my love, the stars are smiling
All through the night.
Lighting, soothing and beguiling
Earth's sombre plight:
So, when age brings grief and sorrow,
From each other we can borrow
Faith in our sublime tomorrow,
All through the night.
