Mr Gruffydd, will we always be in your debt?
Now you have made us a family again.
Here. Let me.
Your hands. There's a pity.
No matter.
Have you ever been down the collieries?
- Ten years.
- Ten years?
While I was studying.
- A bit of soap now.
- Don't bother, please.
There's a man for you,
spoiling his good handkerchief.
Look now, you are king in the chapel,
but I will be queen in my own kitchen.
You will be queen wherever you walk.
What does that mean?
I should not have said it."
Why?
I have no right to speak to you so.
Mr Gruffydd?
If the right is mine to give,
you have it.
Then the strike was settled,
with the help of Mr Gruffydd and my father.
Work again, work to wipe out
the memory of idleness and hardship.
The men were happy
going up the hill that morning.
- One and nine.
- One and ten.
But not all of them, for there were
too many now for the jobs open,
and some learned that never again would
there be work for them in their own valley.
It is the same all over South Wales, it is.
Father, in Cardiff the men are standing
in line to have bread from the government.
Not for us, eh, lad?
We will have our share of the box
and go, if you please, sir.
- Where will you go?
- America.
- My share too, Owen.
- And mine.
No. Our own.
- We will take no charity.
- Not charity, man. Sense.
No, only our own.>
Say nothing of this to your mother.
Let this day be over first.
Never mind saying nothing.
I heard.
America.
My babies.
Shall we have a chapter, my sons?
What shall we have, sir?
Isaiah 55.
Those two gone. This is only the beginning.
Then all of you will go,
one after the other. All of you.
I will never leave you, Momma.
Huw, boy, if you should ever leave me,
I'll be sorry I ever had babies.
Why did you have them?
Indeed to goodness, boy, why?
To keep my hands in water
and my face to the fire, perhaps.
For Mr lvor Morgan.
From Windsor Castle it is.
"Mr lvor Morgan is commanded
to appear before Her Maj..."
"Mr lvor Morgan is commanded to appear
before Her Majesty at Windsor Castle,
with chosen members of his choir, on 14
May between the hours of three and five."
To sing before the Queen.
My son, I never thought
to see this beautiful day.
Idris, Owen, all of you.
Fetch everyone from all the valleys round.
Davy, over to the other collieries.
Invite everyone.
Lanto, down to the Three Bells for beer.
Open house tonight for all who will come.
My sons, you shall have
a sendoff worthy of the Morgans.
Our Heavenly Father, I give thanks
from the heart to live this day.
I give thanks for all I have,
and I do give thanks for this new blessing.
For you are our Father,
but we look to our Queen as our mother.
Comfort her in her troubles, O God,
and let her worries be
not more than she shall bear at her age.
And grant that sweetness
and power and spirit
may be given to these voices
that shall sing at her command.
- Amen.
- Amen.
# God save our gracious Queen
# Long live our noble Queen
# God save our Queen
# Send her victorious
# Happy and gloriousy
Gwilym. Owen.
# Long to reign over us
# God save our Queen
Good morning, Mr Gruffydd.
Angharad is down to the market.
Angharad? I've come for Huw.
For Huw?
- The daffodils are out, Momma.
- Where are your clothes?
Under my pillow.
For these months, ready for today.
Come you, then, and you shall
bring back a posy fit for a queen
for your brave mother.
Indeed I will, sir.
- Almost there, Huw.
- Yes, sir.
- Low bridge there. Watch out.
- It's fun.
- All right?
- Yes, sir.
- All right?
- Yes, sir.
Easy it is, now.
There.
Cwm Rhondda.
You can walk, Huw, if you try.
Come, lad. You can walk.
Huw. Walk.
There's a good lad. Come on.
See?
There's a good old man.
You've been lucky, Huw.
Lucky to suffer, and lucky to
spend these weary months in bed.
For so God has given you a chance
to make spirit within