Old loveHugo WeisgallMore dim than waning moonThy face, more faintThan is the falling windThy voice, yet doThine eyes most strangely glow,Thou ghost... thou ghost.
← LibraryHugo Weisgall · songOld loveOld love by Hugo Weisgall with libretto, IPA, translation, and study tools.Audio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongOld loveHugo WeisgallMoremˈɔːdimdˈɪmthanðˈɐnwaningwˈeɪnɪŋmoonmˈuːnThyðˈaɪfacefˈeɪs,moremˈɔːfaintfˈeɪntThanðˈɐnisˈɪztheðəfallingfˈɔːlɪŋwindwɪndThyðˈaɪvoicevˈɔɪs,yetjˈɛtdodəThineðˈaɪneyesˈaɪzmostmˈəʊststrangelystɹˈeɪndʒliglowɡlˈəʊ,Thouðaʊghostɡˈəʊst...thouðaʊghostɡˈəʊst.