opinaletras.com
inicio
últimas
agregar
agregar opinión
agregar letra
listado artistas
listado de artistas por inicial:
#
a
b
c
d
e
f
g
h
i
j
k
l
m
n
o
p
q
r
s
t
u
v
w
x
y
z
>
Agregar Letra
Artista:
Canción:
Enviar Letra
inicio
artistas con inicial
S
letras de
Sarah Brightman
THE ASH GROVE
0 opinión
Letra y Significado de
THE ASH GROVE,
Sarah Brightman
Significados y Opiniones (
0
)
Letra
Oh no! Esta misteriosa letra aun no encontro explicación. Si estas acá, podes ser la primer persona que aporte el significado de esta canción. No es necesario registrarse, puede ser anonimo. Hace clic en el botón verde y envianos tu opinión.
:)
Envia tu opinión de THE ASH GROVE
Envia tu opinión de THE ASH GROVE
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.
'twas there while the blackbird was joyfully singing,
i first met my dear one, the joy of my heart;
around us for gladness the bluebells were ringing,
ah! then little thought i how soon we should part.
still grows the bright sunshine o'er valley and mountain,
still warbles the blackbird his note from the tree;
still trembles the moonbeam on streamlet and fountain,
but what are the beauties of nature to me.
with sorrow, deep sorrow, my bosom is laden,
all day i go mourning in search of my love.
ye echoes, o tell me, where is the sweet maiden?
she sleeps 'neath the green turf down by the ash grove.
Corregir Letra
Mas canciones de Sarah Brightman con opiniones:
Significado de Amigos Para Siempre
(
1
opinión)
Significado de Dust In The Wind
(
1
opinión)
Significado de Memory
(
1
opinión)
Significado de Naturaleza Muerta
(
1
opinión)
Corregir Letra
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. 'twas there while the blackbird was joyfully singing, i first met my dear one, the joy of my heart; around us for gladness the bluebells were ringing, ah! then little thought i how soon we should part. still grows the bright sunshine o'er valley and mountain, still warbles the blackbird his note from the tree; still trembles the moonbeam on streamlet and fountain, but what are the beauties of nature to me. with sorrow, deep sorrow, my bosom is laden, all day i go mourning in search of my love. ye echoes, o tell me, where is the sweet maiden? she sleeps 'neath the green turf down by the ash grove.
Enviar Letra
-