Sarah Brightman — The Ash Grove (The Trees They Grow So High 1988)

Текст песни: The Ash Grove (The Trees They Grow So High 1988)

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 o'er 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