YMCA CAMP LOOWIT CAMPFIRE SONGS

ASH GROVE

Down yonder green valley Where streamlets meander When twilight is fading I pensively roam. Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander Amid the dark shades Of the lovely ash grove. Tis there the blackbird is cheerfully singing Each warbler enchants with his note from tree. Ah, then little think I of sorrow or sadness, The ash grove, entrancing spells beauty for me.