This arrangement is beautiful and Roger does a wonderful job singing. I can't listen to this without thinking about my mother who sang it. The simplicity of language combined with the melody renders this version sublime in the extreme. I can't listen to it without crying....
The ash grove, how graceful, how plainly to speaking, The harp 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 leaves rustle o'er me, The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home.
Learned this song in elementary school in Alabama 50 years ago and have always thought it was one of the prettiest songs every written. Wish I could find the version from the record that came with the school music book!
Legend has it that this beautiful song comes from the middle ages after the Black Death. Sad song but quite moving. This is one of two well known versions.
I, too, "have been searching for this version, "by Roger Whittaker", for years", as SuperMorgiana said below. I first heard it sung by a small class of boys and girls in a primary school I was teaching in, in the early 60's, in rural Hong Kong. The school was constructed, modelled on the British rural school --- Hong Kong was then British. This Welsh Folk Song was in the music syllabus compiled by the Education Department of Hong Kong..Then soon afterwards, I heard it sung on the radio by Roger Whittaker; loved it since, but couldn't find it anywhere I had tried to look for it --- until now. Thank you very much for posting it! I love all the other comments here, which I would like to echo also. Thanks again!
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 dead I have mourned are again living here. From every 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 alone is my home.
One of my favorite singers
A great singer indeed. I met him once and he was a very nice man.
This arrangement is beautiful and Roger does a wonderful job singing. I can't listen to this without thinking about my mother who sang it. The simplicity of language combined with the melody renders this version sublime in the extreme. I can't listen to it without crying....
I first heard this song in Girl Scout camp when I was a Brownie Scout 80 years ago. I never forgot it.
Still on TOP!!!
The ash grove, how graceful, how plainly to speaking, The harp 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 leaves rustle o'er me,
The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home.
Learned this song in elementary school in Alabama 50 years ago and have always thought it was one of the prettiest songs every written. Wish I could find the version from the record that came with the school music book!
Came across this song a few days back, and have since listened to it nearly a 100 times . Touching.
Nice 👍🏿
It was my pleasure, SuperMorgiana. I consider this song one of the most touching I've ever heard.
Thanks for posting this. This is a song from my childhood and I have been searching for this version for years.... xxx
Legend has it that this beautiful song comes from the middle ages after the Black
Death. Sad song but quite moving. This is one of two well known versions.
I, too, "have been searching for this version, "by Roger Whittaker", for years", as SuperMorgiana said below. I first heard it sung by a small class of boys and girls in a primary school I was teaching in, in the early 60's, in rural Hong Kong. The school was constructed, modelled on the British rural school --- Hong Kong was then British. This Welsh Folk Song was in the music syllabus compiled by the Education Department of Hong Kong..Then soon afterwards, I heard it sung on the radio by Roger Whittaker; loved it since, but couldn't find it anywhere I had tried to look for it --- until now. Thank you very much for posting it! I love all the other comments here, which I would like to echo also. Thanks again!
Absolutely wonderful and touching
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 dead I have mourned are again living here. From every 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 alone is my home.
Beautiful - Celtic melancholy - LOVE it
Sung as sweet as the Song. How one remembers!
Old school song which I learned in the Caribbean. "The old good days.
Love this song and your voice! I am learning to play this on my guitar.
I could swear I sang a hymn in church with the same melody with different lyrics, but I can't think of the words.
We used to sing my teachers got a bunion to the same tune lol
I am in all city chorus and we performed this song today
Na verdade, é canção galesa; e não gaulesa. Desculpa lá.