Melodic patterns step up and down the staff forming two, eight measure phrases, a sharped fourth, Fi, insures each phrase ends from the half step below.
- Grade: Fourth
- Origin: United Kingdom, Wales – Folk Song
- Key: G Major
- Time: 3/4
- Form: AABA
- Rhythm: beginners: | ta ta ti ti | ta ta ta |
| ta ti ti ti ti | ta/a ta |
- Pitches: advanced: Fa So La Ti Do Re Mi Fa Fi So La – raised/sharped fourth (Fi)
- Intervals: advanced: So/Do/Mi/So ascending tonic arpeggio, Mi\Do, Re/Fa, Ti\So, La\Fa/La, So/Do, So\Mi, Fa\Re, Ti/So, So\Fi/So, So\So descending octave skip – experience the same intervals ending each phrase: Do\Ti/Do and Do\Fi/So
- Musical Elements: notes: half, quarter, eighth; pickup beat, vocal slur, repeating melodic patterns
- Key Words: world geography, United Kingdom, Wales, Welsh, earth science, Ash Tree, tree grove, valley, streamlets, meander, twilight, pensively, rove, amid, shades, blackbird, cheerfully, warbler, enchants, sorrow, sadness, enchanting, beauty, graceful, language, whenever, through, branches, host, gazing, childhood, memory, whispers, laden, rustle, loses, lightness, future, spirit, brood, gather,
brightness, nook, downward, yonder (down in the valley); contraction: ’tis (it is); abbreviations: o’er (over), ev’ry (every)
|1.||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.
‘Tis there where the blackbird is cheerfully singing,
Each warbler enchants with his note from the tree.
Ah, then little think I of sorrow or sadness;
The ash grove enchanting spells beauty for me.
The ash grove how graceful, how plainly ’tis speaking
|3.||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 dear ones I long for again gather here.
From ev’ry 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, again is my home.
Tune originates from the hymn “The Master Hath Come” by Sarah Doudney (1871)