The ash grove how graceful how plainly it’s 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 alone 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   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      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