The Ash Grove (Traditional)

Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander
When twilight is fading, I pensively roam
Or at the bright noontide 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 the tree
Ah, then little think I of sorrow or sadness
The Ash Grove, entrancing, spells beauty for me
Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander
When twilight is fading, I pensively roam
Or at the bright noontide 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 the tree
Ah, then little think I of sorrow or sadness
The Ash Grove, entrancing, spells beauty for me