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: Rexxar
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