歌曲 | The Ashgrove |
歌手 | Blackmore's Night |
专辑 | Dance And The Moon |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
The ash grove, how graceful, how plainly ‘tis 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 is my home | |
Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander | |
When twilight is fading I pensively rove | |
Or at the bright noon tide 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 | |
With soft whispers laden its leaves rustle o’er me | |
The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home |
The ash grove, how graceful, how plainly ' tis 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 is my home | |
Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander | |
When twilight is fading I pensively rove | |
Or at the bright noon tide 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 | |
With soft whispers laden its leaves rustle o' er me | |
The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home |
The ash grove, how graceful, how plainly ' tis 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 is my home | |
Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander | |
When twilight is fading I pensively rove | |
Or at the bright noon tide 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 | |
With soft whispers laden its leaves rustle o' er me | |
The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home |