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Blackmore's Night

The Ashgrove

 

The Ashgrove

(альбом: Dancer And The Moon - 2013)


The ash grove, how graceful, how plainly 'tis speaking
The 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 is my home

Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander
Where twilight is fading I pensively rove
Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander
And the dark shades of the lonely ash grove

It was 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 singing
The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home
With soft whispers laden its leaves rustle o'er me
The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home

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