Traditional: The Ash Grove - Katherine Jenkins

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