| Song | The Ash Grove |
| Artist | Laura Wright |
| Album | The Last Rose |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:13] | The ash grove, how graceful, how plainly it is speaking |
| [00:21] | The harp through it playing has language for me. |
| [00:28] | Whenever the light through its branches is breaking, |
| [00:35 ] | A host of kind faces is gazing on me. |
| [00:41] | The friends of my childhood again are before me |
| [00:49] | Each step wakes a memory as freely I roam. |
| [00:56] | With soft whispers laden the leaves rustle o’er me |
| [01:03] | The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home. |
| [01:22] | Down yonder green meadow where streamlets meander |
| [01:29] | When twilight is fading I pensively rove |
| [01:36] | Or in the bright noontide in solitude wander |
| [01:43] | Amid the dark shades of the lonely ash grove. |
| [01:50 ] | ‘Twas there while the blackbird was cheerfully singing |
| [01:57] | I first met my dear one, the joy of my heart |
| [02:04] | Around us for gladness the bluebells were ringing |
| [02:11] | The ash grove, the ash grove that sheltered my home. |
| [02:30] | My lips smile no more, my heart loses its lightness; |
| [02:39 ] | No dream of the future my spirit can cheer. |
| [02:46] | I only can brood on the past and its brightness |
| [02:54] | The dear ones I long for again gather here. |
| [03:01] | From ev'ry dark nook they press forward to meet me; |
| [03:09] | I lift up my eyes to the broad leafy dome, |
| [03:21] | And others are there, looking downward to greet me |
| [03:29] | The ash grove, the ash grove, again is my home. |
| [03:50] | The ash grove is my home. |
| [00:13] | The ash grove, how graceful, how plainly it is speaking |
| [00:21] | The harp through it playing has language for me. |
| [00:28] | Whenever the light through its branches is breaking, |
| [00:35 ] | A host of kind faces is gazing on me. |
| [00:41] | The friends of my childhood again are before me |
| [00:49] | Each step wakes a memory as freely I roam. |
| [00:56] | With soft whispers laden the leaves rustle o' er me |
| [01:03] | The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home. |
| [01:22] | Down yonder green meadow where streamlets meander |
| [01:29] | When twilight is fading I pensively rove |
| [01:36] | Or in the bright noontide in solitude wander |
| [01:43] | Amid the dark shades of the lonely ash grove. |
| [01:50 ] | ' Twas there while the blackbird was cheerfully singing |
| [01:57] | I first met my dear one, the joy of my heart |
| [02:04] | Around us for gladness the bluebells were ringing |
| [02:11] | The ash grove, the ash grove that sheltered my home. |
| [02:30] | My lips smile no more, my heart loses its lightness |
| [02:39 ] | No dream of the future my spirit can cheer. |
| [02:46] | I only can brood on the past and its brightness |
| [02:54] | The dear ones I long for again gather here. |
| [03:01] | From ev' ry dark nook they press forward to meet me |
| [03:09] | I lift up my eyes to the broad leafy dome, |
| [03:21] | And others are there, looking downward to greet me |
| [03:29] | The ash grove, the ash grove, again is my home. |
| [03:50] | The ash grove is my home. |
| [00:13] | The ash grove, how graceful, how plainly it is speaking |
| [00:21] | The harp through it playing has language for me. |
| [00:28] | Whenever the light through its branches is breaking, |
| [00:35 ] | A host of kind faces is gazing on me. |
| [00:41] | The friends of my childhood again are before me |
| [00:49] | Each step wakes a memory as freely I roam. |
| [00:56] | With soft whispers laden the leaves rustle o' er me |
| [01:03] | The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home. |
| [01:22] | Down yonder green meadow where streamlets meander |
| [01:29] | When twilight is fading I pensively rove |
| [01:36] | Or in the bright noontide in solitude wander |
| [01:43] | Amid the dark shades of the lonely ash grove. |
| [01:50 ] | ' Twas there while the blackbird was cheerfully singing |
| [01:57] | I first met my dear one, the joy of my heart |
| [02:04] | Around us for gladness the bluebells were ringing |
| [02:11] | The ash grove, the ash grove that sheltered my home. |
| [02:30] | My lips smile no more, my heart loses its lightness |
| [02:39 ] | No dream of the future my spirit can cheer. |
| [02:46] | I only can brood on the past and its brightness |
| [02:54] | The dear ones I long for again gather here. |
| [03:01] | From ev' ry dark nook they press forward to meet me |
| [03:09] | I lift up my eyes to the broad leafy dome, |
| [03:21] | And others are there, looking downward to greet me |
| [03:29] | The ash grove, the ash grove, again is my home. |
| [03:50] | The ash grove is my home. |