Текст песни Sarah Brightman - The Ash Grove
Sarah Brightman - The Ash Grove слова песни
Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander,When twilight is fading, I pensively rove,Or at the bright noontide in solitude wanderAmid 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