Music played a big part too, oh how the rafters rang
it was standing room only, when Jim John and Mattie sang.
We had our share of shopkeepers Mr.Griffiths in Guest Street,
Gordon's, Gwilym's and Farley's, Harry Jones would sell us sweets.
The Butchers shop was run by Roy, William Harris on the end.
Mister Evans owned the Post Office, the Co-op gave dividend.
It had been a thriving village, in its heyday, in the past,
yet now it looked so different proving good times never last.
But neither do the bad times, Fochriw deserves a twist of fate
and maybe there's a better place, that the people will create.
It will never be the way it was, not the way it was before,
No one will mourn its sad decline, if people make it so much more.
So take the opportunity, to recover from the pain,
Take its destiny in your hands. Make it great again.
And many, many years from now, someone looking down will see
A better place called Fochriw, and they'll be as proud as me