When Christmastide to Rhymney came
And I was six or seven
I thought the stars in the eastern sky
Were the brightest stars of heaven.
I chose the star that glittered most
To the east of Rhymney town
To be the star above the byre
Where Mary’s babe lay down.
And nineteen hundred years would meet
Beneath a magic light,
And Rhymney share with Bethlehem
A star on Christmas night.
by Idris Davies