Llandudno’s is 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.

It's by a sacred, surging sea
of sacramental symmetry,
with sandless beach of shingled stones,
as burnt and bleached as dead men’s bones.

It has a rusty, old, grey pier,
a remnant of her yesteryear
when walkers had more time to kill
and days were longer, calmer, still.

It has a pretty promenade,
as beautiful as bearded bard.
It’s long and wide as ocean deep,
with wind to dry the tears you weep.

Like queen, it sits upon a quay,
like mermaid in her majesty.
A star-encrusted, sceptred isle
that breathes out beauty to beguile.

I swear, it is the land of dreams,
where sorrow's face no longer seems
so savage, like a rabid beast,
since sadness there's forever ceased.

For connoisseurs, there is a taste
of heaven, that they dare not waste;
so silently it slips away,
like love they yearned for, yesterday.

With meditative state of mind,
this fantasy you'll surely find,
along the coast, beside the sea,
an echo of eternity

that leaves you still and calm inside;
its tender, tranquil, turning tide
will touch you, take away your fears;
its warming wind holds back the years.

Escape to this idyllic cove,
with lovers, who with romance rove,
upon the Orme, along the pier,
where all their heartaches disappear.

This land is like a magic morn,
where poet in your soul was born,
as you lay dreaming on the beach
of love, as it swam out of reach.

It is the sweetest 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.

Beside the sea's 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.

At last, you've found 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.

Like heaven, it's 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 picture-perfect paradise.
A magic world of make believe
that you'll take with you when you leave.