There is a laneC. IvesThere is a lane which winds towards the bayPassing a wood where the little children play;There, summer evenings of days long past,Learned I a love song, and my heart still holds it fast!
← LibraryC. Ives · songThere is a lanelyrics: Charles Edward IvesAudio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongThere is a lanelyrics: Charles Edward IvesThereðˈeəisˈɪzaeɪ̯lanelˈeɪnwhichwˈɪtʃwindswɪndztowardstʊwˈɔːdztheðəbaybˈeɪPassingpˈɑːsɪŋaeɪ̯woodwˈʊdwherewˈeətheðəlittlelˈɪtəlchildrentʃˈɪldɹənplayplˈeɪ;Thereðˈeə,summersˈʌmɐeveningsˈiːvnɪŋzofˈɒvdaysdˈeɪzlonglˈɒŋpastpˈɑːst,LearnedˈlɜːnɪdIˈaɪaeɪ̯lovelˈʌvsongsˈɒŋ,andˈændmymˈaɪhearthˈɑːtstillstˈɪlholdshˈəʊldzitˈɪtfastfˈɑːst!