There are two trees in a lonely fieldN. PerosThere are two trees in a lonely field;They breathe a spell to me;A dreary thought their dark boughs yield,All waving solemnly.
← LibraryN. Peros · songThere are two trees in a lonely fieldlyrics: Emily BrontëAudio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongThere are two trees in a lonely fieldlyrics: Emily BrontëThereðˈeəareə(ɹ)twotˈuːtreestɹˈiːzinˈɪnaeɪ̯lonelylˈəʊnlifieldfˈiːld;Theyðˈeɪbreathebɹˈiːðaeɪ̯spellspˈɛltotˈuːmemˈiː;Aeɪ̯drearydɹˈiəɹithoughtθˈɔːttheirðˈeədarkdˈɑːkboughsbˈaʊzyieldjˈiːld,Allˈɔːlwavingwˈeɪvɪŋsolemnlysˈɒləmli.