SoupirsE. SpaldingThe mists that drift across the hill--High Hill of Ohonu--They are my sighs that hover chill,Of sorrow born across the hill--High Hill of Ohonu!
← LibraryE. Spalding · songSoupirslyrics: Clara A. Walsh after Anonymous/Unidentified ArtistAudio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongSoupirslyrics: Clara A. Walsh after Anonymous/Unidentified ArtistTheðəmistsmˈɪststhatðˈætdriftdɹˈɪftacrossəkɹˈɒstheðəhillhˈɪl--HighhˈaɪHillhˈɪlofˈɒvOhonu--Theyðˈeɪareə(ɹ)mymˈaɪsighssˈaɪzthatðˈæthoverhˈɒvɐchilltʃˈɪl,Ofˈɒvsorrowsˈɒɹəʊbornbˈɔːnacrossəkɹˈɒstheðəhillhˈɪl--HighhˈaɪHillhˈɪlofˈɒvOhonu!