At the cry of the first birdDavid W. GuionAt the cry of the first birdThey began to crucify Thee.O cheek like a swan!It were not right ever to cease lamenting.It was like the parting of day from night.
← LibraryDavid W. Guion · songAt the cry of the first birdAt the cry of the first bird by David W. Guion with libretto, IPA, translation, and study tools.Audio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongAt the cry of the first birdDavid W. GuionAtˈættheðəcrykɹˈaɪofˈɒvtheðəfirstfˈɜːstbirdbˈɜːdTheyðˈeɪbeganbɪɡˈæntotˈuːcrucifykɹˈuːsɪfˌaɪTheeðˈiː.Oˈəʊcheektʃˈiːklikelˈaɪkaeɪ̯swanswˈɒn!Itˈɪtwerewˈɜːnotnˈɒtrightɹˈaɪteverˈɛvɐtotˈuːceasesˈiːslamentinglɐmˈɛntɪŋ.Itˈɪtwaswˈɒzlikelˈaɪktheðəpartingpˈɑːtɪŋofˈɒvdaydˈeɪfromfɹˈɒmnightnˈaɪt.