The Ash Grove Lyrics

Bill Staines The Ash Grove

Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander
When twilight is fading, I pensively roam
Or at the, bright noontide in solitude I wander
Amid the dark shades of the lovely Ash Grove
'Tis while the blackbird is cheerfully singing
Each warbler enchants with its note from the tree
Ah, then little think I of sorrow or sadness
The Ash Grove , enchanting, spells beauty for me

The Ash Grove how graceful, how plainly 'tis speaking
The harp 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
Ah, then little think I of sorrow or sadness
The Ash Grove, The Ash Grove, alone is my home