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 noontide in solitude wander And 'neath the dark shades of the lonely ash grove
'twas there where 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
The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home
