[00:05.16]
[00:14.16]The ash grove, how graceful, how plainly it is speaking，
[00:20.59]The harp through it playing has language for me.
[00:27.46]Whenever the light through its branches is breaking,
[00:34.71]A host of kind faces is gazing on me.
[00:40.86]
[00:41.86]The friends of my childhood again are before me，
[00:48.48]Each step wakes a memory as freely I roam.
[00:55.64]With soft whispers laden the leaves rustle o’er me,
[01:02.47]The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home.
[01:19.93]
[01:20.93]Down yonder green meadow where streamlets meander，
[01:28.94]When twilight is fading I pensively rove.
[01:35.98]Or in the bright noontide in solitude wander，
[01:42.87]Amid the dark shades of the lonely ash grove.
[01:49.32]
[01:50.32]'Twas there, while the blackbird was cheerfully singing,
[01:57.38]I first met my dear one, the joy of my heart.
[02:04.79]Around us for gladness the bluebells were ringing，
[02:11.20]Ah! then little thought I how soon we should part.
[02:29.09]
[02:30.09]My lips smile no more my heart loses its lightness，
[02:39.15]No dream of the future my spirit can cheer.
[02:46.68]I only can brood on the past and its brightness，
[02:54.45]The dear ones I long for again gather here.
[03:01.10]
[03:02.10]From every dark nook they press forward to meet me，
[03:09.21]I lift up my eyes to the broad leafy dome.
[03:19.90]And others are there, looking downward to greet me,
[03:29.25]The ash grove, the ash grove, again is my home.
[03:45.00]
[03:49.00]The ash grove is my home.

The ash grove, how graceful, how plainly it is speaking，
The harp 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 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 rove.
Or in the bright noontide in solitude wander，
Amid the dark shades of the lonely ash grove.
'Twas there, while the blackbird was cheerfully singing,
I first met my dear one, the joy of my heart.
Around us for gladness the bluebells were ringing，
Ah! then little thought I how soon we should part.
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 every 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 is my home.