The Ash Grove
The ash grove, the ash grove, how plainly tis speaking
The wind through it playing has language for me
Whenever the light through its branches is breaking
A host of kind faces is gazing on me
The friends of my childhood again are before me
Each step wakes a memory as freely I roam.
With soft whispers laden its leaves rustle o'er me,
the ash grove, the ash grove, alone is my home.
Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander
When twilight is fading I pensively roam
Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander
Amid the dark shades of the lonely ash grove
'Twas there while the blackbird was cheerfully singing
I first met that dear one, the joy of my heart
Around us for gladness the bluebells were ringing
But then little did I know how soon we would part
My lips smile no more, my heart loses its lightness
No dream of my future my spirit can cheer
I only can brood on the past and its brightness
The dead I have mourned are again living here
From every dark nook they pressed forward to meet me
I lift up my eyes to the leafy green dome
And others are there looking downward to greet me
The ash grove, the ash grove, alone is my home
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