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