The yardstickH. ClarkeYardstick that measured out so many miles of cloth,Yardstick that covered me,I wonder do you hop of nightsOut to the still hill's cemetery,And up and down go measuringA clayey grave for me?
← LibraryH. Clarke · songThe yardstickSong 1 of 2lyrics: John Gould FletcherAudio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongThe yardsticklyrics: John Gould FletcherYardstickjˈɑːdstɪkthatðˈætmeasuredmˈɛʒədoutˈaʊtsosˈəʊmanymˈɛnimilesmˈaɪlzofˈɒvclothklˈɒθ,Yardstickjˈɑːdstɪkthatðˈætcoveredkˈʌvədmemˈiː,IˈaɪwonderwˈʌndɐdodəyoujˈuːhophˈɒpofˈɒvnightsnˈaɪtsOutˈaʊttotˈuːtheðəstillstˈɪlhillhˈɪl'scemeterysˈɛmɪtəɹi,AndˈændupˈʌpandˈænddowndˈaʊngoɡˈəʊmeasuringmˈɛʒəɹɪŋAeɪ̯clayeyklˈeɪigraveɡɹeɪvforfˈɔːmemˈiː?