| 1-7 | | FIRST VOICE Now, in her iceberg-white… | | 0:43 |
| 1-8 | | MRS OGMORE-PRITCHARD Mr Ogmore! | | 1:09 |
| 1-9 | | FIRST VOICE In Butcher Beynon's… | | 0:28 |
| 1-10 | | ORGAN MORGAN Help! cries Organ Morgan… | | 0:28 |
| 1-11 | | FIRST VOICE At the sea end of town… | | 0:27 |
| 1-12 | | UTAH WATKINS (Yawning) Thirty four, thirty five… | | 3:07 |
| 1-13 | | FIRST VOICE Now behind the eyes and secrets… | | 2:54 |
| 1-14 | | FIRST VOICE Time passes. Listen. Time passes | | 1:58 |
| 1-15 | | REV. ELI JENKINS Dear Gwalia! I know there are… | | 2:00 |
| 1-16 | | FIRST VOICE Now, woken at last by the out-of-bed… | | 0:23 |
| 1-17 | | LILY SMALLS Oh, there's a face! | | 2:14 |
| 1-18 | | FIRST VOICE Mary Ann the Sailors… | | 2:39 |
| 1-19 | | FIRST VOICE Now frying pans spit… | | 1:19 |
| 1-20 | | FIRST VOICE Mr and Mrs Cherry Owen… | | 1:32 |
| 1-21 | | FIRST VOICE From Beynon Butchers in Coronation Street… | | 1:10 |
| 1-22 | | FIRST VOICE Up the street, in the Sailor's Arms… | | 2:38 |
| 1-23 | | CAPTAIN CAT (Softly to himself) Maggie Richards, Ricky Rhys… | | 3:50 |
| 1-24 | | FIRST VOICE People are moving now, up and down… | | 3:28 |
| 1-25 | | FIRST VOICE There's the clip clop of horses… | | 0:46 |
| 1-26 | | FIRST WOMAN Mrs Ogmore-Pritchard | | 1:01 |
| 1-27 | | FIRST VOICE Outside, the sun springs down… | | 1:32 |
| 1-28 | | FIRST VOICE And in Willy Nilly the Postman's dark… | | 2:34 |
| 1-29 | | SECOND VOICE …herring gulls heckling down to the harbour… | | 2:07 |
| 1-30 | | FIRST VOICE The music of the spheres is heard distincly… | | 2:33 |
| 1-31 | | POLLY GARTER I loved a man whose name was Tom… | | 3:44 |
| 1-32 | | FIRST VOICE And the morning school is over… | | 2:45 |
| 1-33 | | FIRST VOICE And the shrill girls giggle and muster around him… | | 1:46 |
| 1-34 | | GOSSAMER BEYNON I don't care if he [i]is[/i] common… | | 1:12 |
| 1-35 | | FIRST VOICE In the blind-drawn dark dining-room of School House… | | 3:31 |
| 1-36 | | FIRST VOICE Lord Cut-Glass, in his kitchen full of time… | | 4:41 |
| 1-37 | | FIRST VOICE Captain Cat, at his window… | | 4:12 |
| 1-38 | | FIRST VOICE The child says, and then she forgets him too. | | 1:23 |
| 2-1 | | SECOND VOICE The afternoon buzzes like lazy bees… | | 3:58 |
| 2-2 | | FIRST VOICE Now the town is dusk. | | 0:58 |
| 2-3 | | MR PRITCHARD You first, Mr Ogmore | | 1:30 |
| 2-4 | | REV. ELI JENKINS Every morning, when I wake… | | 1:52 |
| 2-5 | | FIRST VOICE Dusk is drowned forever until tomorrow. | | 1:57 |
| 2-6 | | FIRST VOICE Blind Captain Cat climbs into his bunk. | | 0:57 |
| 2-7 | | FIRST VOICE Mr Mog Edwards and Miss Myfanwy Price… | | 1:16 |
| 2-8 | | FIRST VOICE The thin night darkers. | | 0:46 |
| | Return Journey | | |
| 2-9 | | NARRATOR It was a cold white day in the High Street… | | 4:58 |
| 2-10 | | NARRATOR I went out of the hotel into the snow… | | 6:02 |
| 2-11 | | NARRATOR And he hurried on, into the dervish snow… | | 5:23 |
| 2-12 | | NARRATOR The Hall is shattered… | | 5:55 |
| 2-13 | | NARRATOR Even now, on the frozen foreshore… | | 4:37 |
| | Quite Early One Morning | | |
| 2-14 | | Quite early one morning in the winter in Wales… | | 3:19 |
| 2-15 | | The town was not yet awake. | | 3:16 |
| 2-16 | | And climbing down again and up out of the town… | | 3:01 |
| 2-17 | | Oh, the twon was waking now… | | 2:50 |
| | Poems | | |
| 2-18 | | Lament | | 4:23 |
| 2-19 | | Poem On His Birthday | | 6:43 |
| 2-20 | | And Death Shall Have No Dominion | | 1:51 |
| 2-21 | | Fern Hill | | 3:52 |
| 2-22 | | Do Not Go Gently Into That Good Night | | 1:33 |
| | Memories Of Christmas | | |
| 3-1 | | One Christmas was so much like another in those years… | | 5:12 |
| 3-2 | | Now out of that bright what snowball of Christmas… | | 4:08 |
| 3-3 | | We returned home through the desolate poor sea-facing streets… | | 2:58 |
| | The Peaches | | |
| 3-4 | | The grass-green cart, with 'J. Jones, Gorsehill' painted… | | 5:06 |
| 3-5 | | He backed the mare into Union Street… | | 6:34 |
| 3-6 | | 'Can I go and see the pigs?' | | 4:51 |
| 3-7 | | Gwilym's chapel was the last old barn before the field… | | 4:26 |
| 3-8 | | The best room smelt of moth balls and fur… | | 6:44 |
| 3-9 | | Down the thick dingle Jack and I ran shouting… | | 7:07 |
| 3-10 | | Or door was open. | | 5:22 |
| | A Visit To Grandpa's | | |
| 3-11 | | In the middle of the night I woke… | | 3:32 |
| 3-12 | | In the morning I woke from a dream of fiery horses… | | 2:15 |
| 3-13 | | When we came to Llanstephan village… | | 4:35 |
| 3-14 | | 'Where are we going?' I asked | | 3:00 |
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