Blackmore's Night - The ashgrove

The ash grove, how ^Amgraceful, how ^Dmplainly 'tis ^Gspeaking The ^Charp wind through it ^Fplaying, has ^Clanguage ^Gfor ^Cme Wherever the ^Amlight through the ^Dmbranches is ^Gbreaking A ^Chost of kind ^Ffaces is ^Cgazing ^Gon ^Cme

The friends of my ^Fchildhood a^Dmgain are be^Gfore me Each ^Cstep wakes a ^Ammemory, as ^Dfreely I ^Groam With ^Csoft whispers ^Amladen, its ^Dmleaves rustle ^Go'er me The ^Cash grove, the ^Fash grove, a^Cgain is ^Gmy^C home

Down yonder green ^Amvalley where ^Dmstreamlets me^Gander When ^Ctwilight is ^Ffading I ^Cpensive^Gly ^Crove Or at the bright ^Amnoontide in ^Dmsolitude ^Gwander A^Cmid the dark ^Fshades of the ^Clonely ^Gash ^Cgrove

'Twas there while the ^Amblackbird was ^Dmcheerfully ^Gsinging I ^Cfirst met that ^Amdear one, the ^D7joy of my ^Gheart A^Cround us for ^Amgladness the ^Dmbluebells were ^Gspringing The ^Cash grove, the ^Fash grove, that ^Csheltered ^Gmy ^Chome

With soft whispers ^Amladen, its ^Dmleaves rustle ^Go'er me The ^Cash grove, the ^Fash grove, a^Clone is ^Gmy ^Chome