文本歌词

The Ash Grove - Nana Mouskouri
Written by：Davies/Orwig Jones
The ash grove how graceful how plainly 'tis speaking
The harp through its playing has language for me
Whenever the light through its branches is breaking
A host of kind faces is gazing on me
The friends from my childhood again are before me
Each step wakes 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
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 I have more are 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