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  • 作曲 : Traditional
    The ash grove how graceful, how plainly 'tis speaking
    The wind through it playing has language for me.
    Whenever the light through its branches is breaking,
    A host of kind faces is gazing at me.
    The friends from my childhood again are before me
    Each step brings a memory as freely I roam.
    With soft whispers laden the leaves rustle o'er me
    The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home.
    Down yonder green meadow where streamlets meander
    When twilight is fading I pensively roam
    Or in the bright noon tide in solitude wander
    Amid the dark spaces of that lonely ash grove.
    ‘Twas there while the black bird was cheerfully singing
    I first met my dear one the joy of my heart
    Around us for gladness the blue bells were springing
    The ash grove, the ash grove that sheltered 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.
  • 作曲 : Traditional
    The ash grove how graceful, how plainly 'tis speaking
    The wind through it playing has language for me.
    Whenever the light through its branches is breaking,
    A host of kind faces is gazing at me.
    The friends from my childhood again are before me
    Each step brings a memory as freely I roam.
    With soft whispers laden the leaves rustle o'er me
    The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home.
    Down yonder green meadow where streamlets meander
    When twilight is fading I pensively roam
    Or in the bright noon tide in solitude wander
    Amid the dark spaces of that lonely ash grove.
    ‘Twas there while the black bird was cheerfully singing
    I first met my dear one the joy of my heart
    Around us for gladness the blue bells were springing
    The ash grove, the ash grove that sheltered 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.