Connie Converse
The Ash Grove (Traditional)
Down yonder green valley
Where streamlets meander
When twilight is fading
I pensively roam
Or at the bright noontide
In solitude wander
Amid the dark shades of
The lonely ash grove
’Tis there, where the blackbird is cheerfully singing
Each warbler enchants with his notes from the tree
Ah, then little think I
Of sorrow or sadness
The ash grove entrancing
Spells beauty for me
Down yonder green valley
Where streamlets meander
When twilight is fading
I pensively roam
For at the bright noontide
In solitude wander
Amid the dark shades of
The lonely ash grove
'Tis there where the blackbird is cheerfully singing
Each warbler enchants with his notes from the tree
Ah, then little think I
Of sorrow or sadness
The ash grove entrancing
Spells beauty for me