The Ash Grove
Thanks to my friend and colleague, recurring guest star Amelia Tobiason Also thanks Amelia for introducing me to this song. Welsh traditional song ca. 1802 with improvised harmony Text: The ash grove how graceful, how plainly tis speaking The harp which through it playing has language for me. Whenever the light through its branches is breaking, A host of kind faces is gazing on me. The friends of my childhood again are before me Each step wakes a memory as freely I roam. With soft whispers laden its leav br, br,
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