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