The ash grove, how graceful, how plainly 'tis speaking
The harp thro' 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 mem'ry 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 rove.
Or at the bright moontide in solitude wander
Amid the dark shades of the lonely ash grove.
'Tis there where the blackbird is cheerfully singing
Each warbler enchants with his notes from a tree.
Ah then little think I of sorrow or sadness
The ash grove entrancing spells beauty for me.
My laughter is over, my step loses lightness
Old countryside measures steal soft on my ears
I only remember the past and its brightness
The dear ones I mourn for again gather here
From out of the shadows their loving looks greet me
And wistfully searching the leafy green dome
I find other faces fond bending to greet me
The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home