[00:13]The ash grove, how graceful, how plainly it is speaking
[00:21]The harp through it playing has language for me.
[00:28]Whenever the light through its branches is breaking,
[00:35 ]A host of kind faces is gazing on me.
[00:41]The friends of my childhood again are before me
[00:49]Each step wakes a memory as freely I roam.
[00:56]With soft whispers laden the leaves rustle o’er me
[01:03]The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home.
[01:22]Down yonder green meadow  where streamlets meander
[01:29]When twilight is fading I pensively rove
[01:36]Or in the bright noontide in solitude wander
[01:43]Amid the dark shades of the lonely ash grove.
[01:50 ]‘Twas there while the blackbird was cheerfully singing
[01:57]I first met my dear one, the joy of my heart
[02:04]Around us for gladness the bluebells were ringing
[02:11]The ash grove, the ash grove that sheltered my home.
[02:30]My lips smile no more, my heart loses its lightness;
[02:39 ]No dream of the future my spirit can cheer.
[02:46]I only can brood on the past and its brightness
[02:54]The dear ones I long for again gather here.
[03:01]From ev'ry dark nook they press forward to meet me;
[03:09]I lift up my eyes to the broad leafy dome,
[03:21]And others are there, looking downward to greet me
[03:29]The ash grove, the ash grove, again is my home.
[03:50]The ash grove is my home.