At the end of the first world war weary men returned from the battle field in europe to a land fit for heroes

Some how things don't turn out that way

You see the mine lords in the country told the miners that they have to work for longer hours for less wages

On the street through out the rhonda valley in south wales the battle cries rose

Not a minute of the day not a penny off the pay the miners went on strike

It was a long and bitter fight

Times were hard children went hungry

Many people left the valley of wales to try and make better life for themselves in cities all over the world

This song is dedicated to them and their descendants

So you went and left your the valley

All those years ago and many were the young men at the time

And as you left the station you saw that you were leaving the rivers the mountains and the mines

You came into the city left your friends at home

To make yourself a better life was your aim

The heartbeat of the rhonda is not the thing to see

But it's always calling out your name

Come home come home to where you belong

Back to the rhonda your land of soul

The bright lights of the city are not what they seems

Come home rhonda boy where the valley are green

So all of your life you been home since you left your valley

Now you know nothing can compare

Where else in all over this wide world could you stand on a mountain and hear a thousand voice fill the air

Come home come home to where you belong

Back to the rhonda your land of soul

The bright lights of the city are not what they seems

Come home rhonda boy where the valley are green