 Fy oeddaf i gyd yn i ddweud ystafell, anhyrch am ddwygen, a ddwygen yn ei ddweud yng ngyfredinol yn y Llyfrin, Carol Ann Parker, yng Nghymru Llyrdoedd Llywodraeth. Felly, ddaf i gyd yn i ddwygiau Llyrdoedd Llyrdoedd Llyrdoedd Llyrdoedd Llyrdoedd Llyrdoedd, ond wrth i ddweud eu ddweud. Rwyf i ddiw i gyd, rwyf i'n gwybodaeth i'r Gwyrddol Gwyrddol. Ddiw i ddweud i ddweud i'r colli, ond yn ymgyrch gwybodaeth yr unigwyddiadau i Americaa, Bethgate i Mor, Methill i Mor, ac yn hynny'n niw ar hynny'n ddod i'r urfyn. Felly, ar y cyfnodau ar y cwylig, mae'r album ar y cwylig yma yn yr unigwyddiadau. Felly, yn y gweithgaf, yn y chyfodd, rwy'n gweithio, mae wedi gweld i'r miadau yma i'r unigwyddiadau hynny. Felly, mae'n gweithio i'r maelod yn gweithio. I was singing, I was singing with great gusto, when you go, will you send back, until one of the leaders cut in on my performance. Caroline, do you know what that song is about? I should have known. My dad had worked for British Leyland in Bathgate for a time before his death. He left a sound job with the postal service simply because he fancied a change, which must have felt in the end like delivering his own redundancy notice. I should have known, but it was almost 30 years before I began to work out what the song was about. Conversation with the same colleague with whom I joked about my mum's move led to a period of joint study on the clearance of land, of industry, of people. The more I watched what was happening in the world with its continued clearance and stranded peoples, the more I read between the red-topped headlines, the more I imagined myself into the heart of the God of my faith who weeps at love withheld and people left vulnerable, the more determined I became to create space and place each day for listening. Space and place for a gentler voice to be heard. Place and space for stories often denied or distorted. Those who shout the loudest are not always the most reliable voices. Those who insist on telling their own careful version of events can steer us away from a matter's heart. Maybe the trick is, in all our comings and goings, to listen precisely for the voices that would never presume to press upon us. Maybe then we'll know precisely what we're singing. Thank you.