Winter eveningE. ConeOver the wintry fields the snow drifts; falling, falling;Its frozen burden filling each hollow. And hark;Out of the naked woods a wild bird calling,On the starless verge of the dark!
← LibraryE. Cone · songWinter eveningSong 1 of 1lyrics: Walter De la MareAudio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongWinter eveninglyrics: Walter De la MareOverˈəʊvɐtheðəwintrywˈɪntɹifieldsfˈiːldztheðəsnowsnˈəʊdriftsdɹˈɪfts;fallingfˈɔːlɪŋ,fallingfˈɔːlɪŋ;Itsˈɪtsfrozenfɹˈəʊzənburdenbˈɜːdənfillingfˈɪlɪŋeachˈiːtʃhollowhˈɒləʊ.Andˈændharkhˈɑːk;Outˈaʊtofˈɒvtheðənakednˈeɪkɪdwoodswˈʊdzaeɪ̯wildwˈaɪldbirdbˈɜːdcallingkˈɔːlɪŋ,Onˈɒntheðəstarlessstˈɑːləsvergevˈɜːdʒofˈɒvtheðədarkdˈɑːk!