Maple leavesC. IvesOctober turned my maple's leaves to gold;The most are gone now; here and there one lingers:Soon these will slip from out the twigs' weak hold,Like coins between a daying miser's fingers.
← LibraryC. Ives · songMaple leaveslyrics: Thomas Bailey AldrichAudio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongMaple leaveslyrics: Thomas Bailey AldrichOctoberɒkˈtəʊ.bəturnedtˈɜːndmymˈaɪmaplemˈeɪpəl'sleaveslˈiːvztotˈuːgoldɡˈəʊld;Theðəmostmˈəʊstareə(ɹ)goneɡˈɒnnownˈaʊ;herehˈiəandˈændthereðˈeəonewˈɒnlingerslˈɪŋɡəz:Soonsˈuːntheseðˈiːzwillwˈɪlslipslˈɪpfromfɹˈɒmoutˈaʊttheðətwigstwˈɪɡz'weakwˈiːkholdhˈəʊld,Likelˈaɪkcoinskˈɔɪnzbetweenbɪtwˈiːnaeɪ̯dayingˈdeɪ.ɪŋmisermˈaɪzɐ'sfingersfˈɪŋɡəz.