A man visits the graveyard where his lost love lies buried.
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
'Twas there while the blackbird was cheerfully singing
I first met that dear one--the joy of my heart
Around us for gladness the bluebells were springing
Ah! then little thought I how soon we should part
Still glows the bright sunshine o'er valley and mountain
Still warbles the blackbird it's note from the tree
Still trembles the moonbeam on streamlet and fountain
But what are the beauties of nature to me?
With sorrow, deep sorrow, my bosom is laden
All day I go mourning in search of my love
Ye echoes! Oh, tell me,where is the sweet maiden
"She sleeps 'neath the green turf down by the Ash Grove"
27 мар 2012
