歌曲 | Traditional: The Ash Grove |
歌手 | Katherine Jenkins |
专辑 | Katherine Jenkins / Premiere |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
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 at me. | |
The friends from my childhood again are before me | |
Each step brings a memory as freely I roam. | |
With soft whispers laden the leaves rustle o'er me | |
The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home. | |
Down yonder green meadow where streamlets meander | |
When twilight is fading I pensively roam | |
Or in the bright noon tide in solitude wander | |
Amid the dark spaces of that lonely ash grove. | |
‘Twas there while the black bird was cheerfully singing | |
I first met my dear one the joy of my heart | |
Around us for gladness the blue bells were springing | |
The ash grove, the ash grove that sheltered my home | |
My lips smile no more, my heart loses its lightness; | |
No dream of the future my spirit can cheer. | |
I only can brood on the past and its brightness | |
The dear ones I long for again gather here. | |
From ev'ry dark nook they press forward to meet me; | |
I lift up my eyes to the broad leafy dome, | |
And others are there, looking downward to greet me | |
The ash grove, the ash grove, again is my home. |
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 at me. | |
The friends from my childhood again are before me | |
Each step brings a memory as freely I roam. | |
With soft whispers laden the leaves rustle o' er me | |
The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home. | |
Down yonder green meadow where streamlets meander | |
When twilight is fading I pensively roam | |
Or in the bright noon tide in solitude wander | |
Amid the dark spaces of that lonely ash grove. | |
' Twas there while the black bird was cheerfully singing | |
I first met my dear one the joy of my heart | |
Around us for gladness the blue bells were springing | |
The ash grove, the ash grove that sheltered my home | |
My lips smile no more, my heart loses its lightness | |
No dream of the future my spirit can cheer. | |
I only can brood on the past and its brightness | |
The dear ones I long for again gather here. | |
From ev' ry dark nook they press forward to meet me | |
I lift up my eyes to the broad leafy dome, | |
And others are there, looking downward to greet me | |
The ash grove, the ash grove, again is my home. |
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 at me. | |
The friends from my childhood again are before me | |
Each step brings a memory as freely I roam. | |
With soft whispers laden the leaves rustle o' er me | |
The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home. | |
Down yonder green meadow where streamlets meander | |
When twilight is fading I pensively roam | |
Or in the bright noon tide in solitude wander | |
Amid the dark spaces of that lonely ash grove. | |
' Twas there while the black bird was cheerfully singing | |
I first met my dear one the joy of my heart | |
Around us for gladness the blue bells were springing | |
The ash grove, the ash grove that sheltered my home | |
My lips smile no more, my heart loses its lightness | |
No dream of the future my spirit can cheer. | |
I only can brood on the past and its brightness | |
The dear ones I long for again gather here. | |
From ev' ry dark nook they press forward to meet me | |
I lift up my eyes to the broad leafy dome, | |
And others are there, looking downward to greet me | |
The ash grove, the ash grove, again is my home. |