Down yonder green valley,
Where streamlets meander;
Where twilight is waning, I pensively roam.
Or at the bright noontime in solitude wander;
Among the dark shades of the lonely ash grove.
Tis there where the blackbird is cheerfully singing;
Each warbler enchants with his notes from the tree;
Ah then little think I of sorrow or sadness;
The ash grove enchanting spells beauty for me.
CommentWe used to sing this at Camp Timberloft and Camp Windego - two Girl Scout camps in Wisconsin which used to be owned by the Illinois Shore Girl Scout Council in N. Chicago.
Song ContributorThe Unknown Scout
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