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The Ash Grove - Michelle Amato/Sarah Moore
The ash grove how graceful how plainly 'tis speaking
The harp wind through it playing has language for me
Whenever the light through its 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 its leaves rustle o'er me
The ash grove the ash grove again alone is my home
My lips smile no more my heart loses its lightness
No dream of the future my spirit can cheer
I only can brood on the past and its brightness
The dear ones i long for again gather 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 again is my home
The friends of my childhood again are before me
Each step wakes a memory as freely i roam
With soft whispers laden its leaves rustle o'er me
The ash grove the ash grove again alone is my home
