The ash grove how graceful how plainly it’s speakingnThe harp wind through it playing has language for menWhenever the light through its branches is breakingnA host of kind faces is gazing on menThe friends of my childhood again are before menEach step wakes a memory as freely I roamnWith soft whispers laden its leaves rustle o'er menThe ash grove the ash grove again alone is my homennDown yonder green valley where streamlets meandernWhen twilight is fading I pensively rovenOr at the bright noontide in solitude wandernAmid the dark shades of the lonely ash grovenTwas there while the blackbird was cheerfully singingnI first met that dear one the joy of my heartnAround us for gladness the bluebells were springingnThe ash grove the ash grove that sheltered my homennMy laughter is over my step loses lightnessnOld countryside measures steal soft on my ears;nI only remember the past and its brightnessnThe dear ones I mourn for again gather herenFrom out of the shadows their loving looks greet menAnd wistfully searching the leafy green domenI find other faces fond bending to greet menThe ash grove the ash grove alone is my homen