The Ashgrove
The ash grove, how graceful, how plainly "˜tis speaking
The harp 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 again is my home
Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander
When twilight is fading I pensively rove
Or at the bright noon tide 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 springing
The ash grove, the ash grove, that sheltered my home
With soft whispers laden its leaves rustle o'er me
The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home