The sun is sinking low in the sky above Ashokan. The pines and the willows know soon we will part. There's a whisper in the wind of promises unspoken
Words by Grian MacGregor Music by Jay Ungar The sun is sinking low in the sky above Ashokan. The pines and the willows know soon we will part. There
Translation: Blake. Ashokan Farewell.
