One afternoon from a council school
A boy came home to play
With paint and coloured pencils
And his homework for the day
"We've got to paint the valley, Mam
For Mrs. Davies' art
What colour is the valley, Mam?
And will you help me start?
Shall I paint the Con Club yellow, Mam
And paint the Welfare blue?
Paint old Mr. Davies red
And all his pigeons too?
Paint the man who kept our ball
Paint him looking sad
What colour is the valley, Mam?
What colour is it, Dad?
Dad, if Mam goes down the shop
To fetch the milk and bread
Ask her fetch me back some paint
Some gold and white and red
Ask her fetch me back some green
The bit I've got's gone hard
Ask her fetch me back some green
Ask her, will you Dad?
His father took him by the hand
And they walked down Albion Street
Down past the old Rock Incline
To where the council put a seat
Where old men say at the close of day
Dy'n ni wedi g'neud ein siar
And the colour in their faces says
The tools are on the bar
The tools are on the bar
And that's the colour that we want
That no shop has ever sold
You can't buy that in Woolies, lad
With your reds and greens and gold
It's a colour you can't buy, lad
No matter what you pay
But that's the colour that we want
It's a sort of Rhondda Grey
It's a colour you can't buy, lad
No matter what you pay
But that's the colour that we want
They call it Rhondda Grey
They call it Rhondda Grey