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The Ash Grove - Michelle Amato
The ash grove how graceful
How plainly tis speaking
The harp through it playing
Has language for me
Whenever the light through
It's branches is breaking
A host of kind faces
Is gazing on me
The friends of my childhood
Again are before me
Each step wakes a
Memory as freely I roam
With soft whispers laden
It's leaves rustle o'er me
The ash grove the ash grove
Alone is my home
My lips smile no more my heart
Loses it's lightness
No dream of the future
My spirit can cheer
I only would brood on the
Past and it's brightness
The dear I have one dog
Again leaving here
From ev'ry dark nook they press
Forward to meet me
I lift up my eyes to the
Broad leafy dome
And others are there looking
Downward to greet me
The ash grove the ash grove
Alone is my home
Ohhh
Ohhh
Ohhh
The friends of my childhood
Again are before me
Each step wakes a memory
As freely I roam
With soft whispers laden
It's the leaves rustle o'er me
The ash grove the ash grove
Alone is my home