MorningM. LangA little song from a treetop high:The eastern doorway of the sky is opened,While the morning trips across the worldWith smiling lips to call: "O little child awake!The sun is shining for your sake!"
← LibraryM. Lang · songMorninglyrics: Harriet Fairchild BlodgettAudio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongMorninglyrics: Harriet Fairchild BlodgettAeɪ̯littlelˈɪtəlsongsˈɒŋfromfɹˈɒmaeɪ̯treetoptɹˈiːtɒphighhˈaɪ:Theðəeasternˈiːstəndoorwaydˈɔːweɪofˈɒvtheðəskyskˈaɪisˈɪzopenedˈəʊpənd,WhilewˈaɪltheðəmorningmˈɔːnɪŋtripstɹˈɪpsacrossəkɹˈɒstheðəworldwˈɜːldWithwˈɪðsmilingsmˈaɪlɪŋlipslˈɪpstotˈuːcallkˈɔːl:"Oˈəʊlittlelˈɪtəlchildtʃˈaɪldawakeɐwˈeɪk!Theðəsunsˈʌnisˈɪzshiningʃˈaɪnɪŋforfˈɔːyourjˈɔːsakeˈseɪk!"