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The Ash Grove - Sarah Brightman (莎拉·布莱曼)
Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander
When twilight is fading
I pensively rove
Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander
Amid the dark shades of the lonely ash grove
Twas there while the blackbird was joyfully singing
I first met my dear one the joy of my heart
Around us for gladness the bluebells were ringing
Ah then little thought I how soon we should part
Still grows the bright sunshine oer valley and mountain
Still warbles the blackbird his 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
O tell me
Where is the sweet maiden
She sleeps neath the green turf down by the ash grove
