Sarah Brightman - The Ash Grove lyrics

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.