Young and gold hairedJ. CoulthardYoung and gold haired, fair of face,Thou gav'st me tender kisses in my sleep.If waking I may never look upon thee,O Sleep, I pray you, never let me wake!
← LibraryJ. Coulthard · songYoung and gold hairedSong 2 of 6lyrics: Helen Jane Waddell after Anonymous/Unidentified ArtistAudio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongYoung and gold hairedlyrics: Helen Jane Waddell after Anonymous/Unidentified ArtistYoungjˈʌŋandˈændgoldɡˈəʊldhairedhˈeəd,fairfˈeəofˈɒvfacefˈeɪs,Thouðaʊgavɡæv'stseɪntmemˈiːtendertˈɛndɐkisseskˈɪsɪzinˈɪnmymˈaɪsleepslˈiːp.IfˈɪfwakingwˈeɪkɪŋIˈaɪmaymˈeɪnevernˈɛvɐlooklˈʊkuponəpˈɒntheeðˈiː,OˈəʊSleepslˈiːp,Iˈaɪpraypɹˈeɪyoujˈuː,nevernˈɛvɐletlˈɛtmemˈiːwakewˈeɪk!