LullabyJ. CoulthardO hush, child, o hush,Thy mother is not here.She tarried in the mountains,troubled by the zigzag trail.Iwá!O hush, child, o hush,Thy mother will return,She will bring thee something pretty.Iwá.
← LibraryJ. Coulthard · songLullabySong 1 of 2lyrics: Natalie Burlin Curtis after Madika'ne Q̂andeya'ne Če'leAudio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongLullabylyrics: Natalie Burlin Curtis after Madika'ne Q̂andeya'ne Če'leOˈəʊhushhˈʌʃ,childtʃˈaɪld,oˈəʊhushhˈʌʃ,Thyðˈaɪmotherˈmʌðəisˈɪznotnˈɒtherehˈiə.Sheʃˈiːtarriedtˈæɹɪdinˈɪntheðəmountainsmˈaʊntɪnz,troubledtɹˈʌbəldbybˈaɪtheðəzigzagzˈɪɡzæɡtrailtɹˈeɪl.Iwá!Oˈəʊhushhˈʌʃ,childtʃˈaɪld,oˈəʊhushhˈʌʃ,Thyðˈaɪmotherˈmʌðəwillwˈɪlreturnɹɪˈtɜːn,Sheʃˈiːwillwˈɪlbringbɹˈɪŋtheeðˈiːsomethingsˈʌmθɪŋprettypɹˈɪti.Iwá.