BabylonHoward FergusonNo branch,Nor breath to move the branch;The hanging trees of BabylonAre still.No night,Nor noon to turn to night,The words are frozen in the mouthThey fill.
← LibraryHoward Ferguson · songBabylonBabylon by Howard Ferguson with libretto, IPA, translation, and study tools.Audio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongBabylonHoward FergusonNonəʊbranchbɹˈɑːntʃ,Nornˈɔːbreathbɹˈɛθtotˈuːmovemˈuːvtheðəbranchbɹˈɑːntʃ;TheðəhanginghˈæŋɪŋtreestɹˈiːzofˈɒvBabylonˈbæb.ɪ.lɒnAreə(ɹ)stillstˈɪl.Nonəʊnightnˈaɪt,Nornˈɔːnoonnˈuːntotˈuːturntˈɜːntotˈuːnightnˈaɪt,Theðəwordswˈɜːdzareə(ɹ)frozenfɹˈəʊzəninˈɪntheðəmouthmaʊθTheyðˈeɪfillfˈɪl.