I sometimes think that never blows so redG. BantockI sometimes think that never blows so redThe Rose as where some buried Caesar bled,That every Hyacinth the Garden wearsDropt in her lap from some once lovely head.
← LibraryG. Bantock · songI sometimes think that never blows so redSong 19 of 64lyrics: Edward Fitzgerald after Hakim Omar KhayyámAudio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongI sometimes think that never blows so redlyrics: Edward Fitzgerald after Hakim Omar KhayyámIˈaɪsometimessˈʌmtaɪmzthinkθˈɪŋkthatðˈætnevernˈɛvɐblowsblˈəʊzsosˈəʊredɹˈɛdTheðəRoseɹəʊzasəzwherewˈeəsomesˈʌmburiedbˈɛɹɪdCaesarsˈiːzɐbledblˈɛd,ThatðˈæteveryˈɛvɹiHyacinthhˈaɪɐsˌɪnθtheðəGardenɡˈɑːdənwearswˈeəzDroptdɹɒpinˈɪnherhˈɜːlaplˈæpfromfɹˈɒmsomesˈʌmoncewˈɒnslovelylˈʌvliheadhˈɛd.