Misc Traditional - The ash grove

The ^Cash grove how ^Amgraceful, how ^Dmplainly 'tis ^G7speaking The ^Charp through its ^Fplaying has ^G7language for ^Cme. When-^Cever the ^Amlight through its ^Dmbranches is ^G7breaking, A ^Chost of kind ^Ffaces is ^Ggazing on ^Cme. The ^Cfriends from my ^Dmchildhood ^Gagain are be^Cfore me Each ^Amstep wakes a m^Dmemory as f^Greely^D7 I r^Goam. With ^Csoft whispers ^Amladen the ^Dmleaves rustle ^G7o'er me The ^Cash grove, the ^Fash grove ^G7alone is my ^Chome.

Down ^Cyonder green ^Amvalley where s^Dmtreamlets mea^G7nder When ^Ctwilight is ^Ffading I ^G7pensively ^Crove Or ^Cat the bright ^Amnoon tide in ^Dmsolitude ^G7wander Am^Cid the dark s^Fhades of the l^Gonely ash ^Cgrove. 'Twas ^Cthere while the ^Dmblack bird was ^Gcheerfully ^Csinging I ^Amfirst met that ^Dmdear one the ^Gjoy of ^D7my h^Geart A^Cround us for g^Amladness the ^Dmblue bells were ^G7ringing But ^Cthen little ^Fthought I how ^G7soon we should ^Cpart.

My ^Clips smile^Am no more, my h^Dmeart loses l^G7ightness; No d^Cream of the ^Ffuture my ^G7spirit can ^Ccheer. I ^Conly can ^Ambrood on the ^Dmpast and its ^G7brightness The ^Cdear ones I ^Flong for a^Ggain gather ^Chere. From e^Cv'ry dark ^Dmnook they press ^Gforward to ^Cmeet me; I ^Amlift up my ^Dmeyes to the ^Gbroad l^D7eafy ^Gdome, And ^Cothers are ^Amthere, looking ^Dmdownward to ^G7greet me The ^Cash grove, the ^Fash grove, ^G7again is my ^Chome.