Old loveH. KerrMore dim than waning moonThy face, more faintThan is the falling windThy voice, yet doThine eyes most strangely glow,Thou ghost... thou ghost.
← LibraryH. Kerr · songOld loveSong 2 of 3lyrics: Adelaide CrapseyAudio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongOld lovelyrics: Adelaide CrapseyMoremˈɔːdimdˈɪmthanðˈɐnwaningwˈeɪnɪŋmoonmˈuːnThyðˈaɪfacefˈeɪs,moremˈɔːfaintfˈeɪntThanðˈɐnisˈɪztheðəfallingfˈɔːlɪŋwindwɪndThyðˈaɪvoicevˈɔɪs,yetjˈɛtdodəThineðˈaɪneyesˈaɪzmostmˈəʊststrangelystɹˈeɪndʒliglowɡlˈəʊ,Thouðaʊghostɡˈəʊst...thouðaʊghostɡˈəʊst.