Mill On The Hill

In a land far away

Somewhere no one will find

Even if you’re an astronaut

Or a sniffing canine

There’s a magical village

With occupants galore

That bask in the beauty of song

Whilst Melin Village dream in dreams

The six millers do stand

At the bottom of the hill

Looking up with such pride

And as they reach the hill’s peak

They exchange one big smile

Before entering the magical marvelous mysterious magnificent

Yellow Mill On The Hill

We’re the millers of

Mill On The Hill

Yellow Mill

Rhaid i’r felin dal i droi

We are the millers of the Mill On The Hill

But don’t be deceived ‘tis no ordinary mill

Unlike any other this mill is powered by song

Providing music for each one and all