Llandudno’s like a foreign land,
with language you don’t understand,
but deep in love with her you’ll fall
when you have heard her deep heart’s call.
Llandudno’s by a surging sea
of sacramental symmetry,
with sandless beach of shingled stones,
as burnt and bleached as dead men’s bones.
Llandudno has an old, grey pier,
a remnant of her yesteryear
when walkers had more time to kill
and days were longer, calmer, still.
Llandudno has a promenade,
as beautiful as bearded bard.
It’s long and wide as ocean deep,
with wind to dry the tears you weep.
Llandudno sits upon a quay,
like mermaid in her majesty.
A star-encrusted, sceptred isle
that breathes out beauty to beguile.
Llandudno is the land of dreams,
where sorrow\'s face no longer seems
so savage, like a rabid beast,
since sadness there\'s forever ceased.
Llandudno is a little taste
of heaven, that you dare not waste;
so silently it slips away,
like love you yearned for, yesterday.
Llandudno is a state of mind,
a fantasy you sometimes find
along the coast, beside the sea,
an echo of eternity.
Llandudno leaves you calm inside;
its tender, tranquil, turning tide
will touch you, take away your fears;
its warming wind holds back the years.
Llandudno\'s an idyllic cove,
where lovers, with their romance rove,
Upon the Orme, along the pier
where all their heartaches disappear.
Llandudno is a magic morn,
where poet in your soul was born,
as you sat dreaming by the beach
of love, as it swam out of reach.
Llandudno is a seagull’s song,
a sigh for love that won’t last long.
Since life’s a wave we can’t control,
a morning’s promenading stroll.
Llandudno is the way, the truth:
the love you yearned for in your youth
that breathed on you one summer\'s day,
a dream divine that would not stay.
Llandudno is the lovebirds’ dream,
a nest, where love can flow like stream.
Where passion in the blood can burn
and lessons of true love you’ll learn.
Llandudno is a holy place,
a garden paradise of grace,
where sinners stroll, or sit and stare,
and breathe the breeze and salt sea air.
Llandudno\'s quaint, genteel and nice,
a pretty perfect paradise,
a magic world of make believe
that you\'ll take with you when you leave.