hypocrites.
But I don't blame you.
The fault is mine as much as yours.
The idle tongues,
the poverty of mind which you have shown,
mean that I have failed to reach most
of you with the lesson I was given to teach.
Huw?
I thought when I was a young man
that I would conquer the world, with truth.
I thought I would lead an army
greater than Alexander ever dreamed of.
Not to conquer nations,
but to liberate mankind.
- Yes, sir.
- With truth.
With the golden sound of the Word.
But only a few of them heard.
Only a few of you understood.
The rest of you
put on black and sat in chapel.
Why do you come here?
Why do you dress your hypocrisy in black
and parade before your God on Sunday?
From love? No. For you've shown
that your hearts are too withered
to receive the love of your divine Father.
I know why you've come.
I've seen it in your faces Sunday after
Sunday as I've stood here before you.
Fear has brought you here.
Horrible, superstitious fear.
Fear of divine retribution.
A bolt of fire from the skies,
the vengeance of the Lord,
and the justice of God.
But you have forgotten the love of Jesus.
You disregard his sacrifice.
Death. Fear.
Flames, horror, and black clothes.
Hold your meeting, then.
But know if you do this in the name
of God, and in the house of God,
you blaspheme against him and his Word.
Wait. There is a meeting, Master Morgan.
Well, Huw.
- I'm glad you've come.
- Thank you, sir.
Is there anything I can do?
Indeed there is.
You can do me a great service.
This watch.
My father gave it to me
when I entered the ministry.
It's marked time we've both loved.
- Take it.
- No, sir.
A service, I said you'd be doing me.
No need for us to shake hands.
We will live in the minds of each other.
Mr Gruffydd, won't you
see Angharad before you go?
She wants you to.
No.
If I were to see her again,
I couldn't find the strength to leave her.
Goodbye, Huw.
And there's a good old man you are.
What is it now? Fire, or flood, or what?
A cave-in, they are saying.
- Take me up there.
- What good in the darkness of a mine?
Your eyes are no good in daylight
from the blows you've taken in the ring.
I can still swing a pick deeper than any man.
Take me up there.
Men. Men. Women.
Those of you with relatives.
Let them to the pit.
- Gwilym Morgan?
- Not yet, sir.
Mr Gruffydd? On the lower level, he was.
- My father?
- Not yet, Mrs Evans.
Angharad...
Who is for Gwilym Morgan and the others?
I for one. He is the blood of my heart.
Come, Cyfartha.
'Tis a coward I am.
But I will hold your coat.
Dadda!
Dadda!
Dadda!
Huw, lad.
Dadda!
- Dadda!
- Huw.
Mr Gruffydd!
There's a good old man you are.
He came to me just now.
Ivor was with him.
He spoke to me,
and told me of the glory he had seen.
Look.
Men like my father cannot die.
They are with me still,
real in memory as they were in flesh,
loving and beloved for ever.
How green was my valley then.
Visiontext Subtitles: Paul Murray
ENGLISH[Men's Choir Singing in Welsh]
[Church Bell Ringing]
I am packing my belongings
in the shawl
my mother used to wear
when she went
to the market,
and I am going
from my valley,
and this time,
I shall never return
I am leaving behind me
my 50 years of memory
Memory
Strange that the mind
will forget so much
of what only this moment
has passed
and yet hold
clear and bright
the memory of what happened
years ago,
of men and women
long since dead
Yet who shall say
what is real
and what is not?
Can I believe
my friends all gone
when their voices
are still a glory in my ears?
No, and I will stand
to say no and no again,
for they remain a living truth
within my mind
There is no fence nor hedge
'round time that is gone
You can go back
and have what you like of it
if you can remember
So I can close my eyes
on my valley as it is today,
and it is gone,
and I see it as it was
when I was a boy
green it was