Swaying white fields,
dancing white mist,
a mouse on each wheat ear –
around them tails twist.

Oh Grey King
You’ve haunted this land,
memories lost,
now You’ve returned.

Your poor hungry people
had nothing to eat
but now they’re well feasted
on white ears of wheat.

Oh Grey King
You’ve haunted this land,
memories lost,
now You’ve returned.

And tonight we will feast
on apples and mead,
You and Your mouse wife
in these bare fields of wheat.

Oh Grey King
You’ve haunted this land,
memories lost,
now You’ve returned.

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I wrote this song for Gwyn ap Nudd to celebrate September which is known in Cornwall as Gwyngala ‘White Fields’ and in Wales as Mis Medi ‘the Reaping Month’. Here I equate Gwyn with Llwyd ap Cil Coed from the Third Branch of The Mabinogion, who sends His people as a plague of mice to eat the wheat fields with His wife as the ring-leader. Llwyd is likely to be the Welsh folkloric figure Brenin Llwyd ‘the Grey King’.