Upon a child that diedNed RoremHere she lies, a pretty bud,Lately made of flesh and blood:Who as soon fell fast asleepAs her little eyes did peep.Give her strewings but not stirThe earth that lightly covers her.
← LibraryNed Rorem · songUpon a child that diedUpon a child that died by Ned Rorem with libretto, IPA, translation, and study tools.Audio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongUpon a child that diedNed RoremHerehˈiəsheʃˈiːlieslˈaɪz,aeɪ̯prettypɹˈɪtibudbˈʌd,Latelylˈeɪtlimademˈeɪdofˈɒvfleshflˈɛʃandˈændbloodblˈʌd:WhohˈuːasəzsoonsˈuːnfellfˈɛlfastfˈɑːstasleepɐslˈiːpAsəzherhˈɜːlittlelˈɪtəleyesˈaɪzdiddˈɪdpeeppˈiːp.GiveɡˈɪvherhˈɜːstrewingsbutbˈʌtnotnˈɒtstirstˈɜːTheðəearthˈɜːθthatðˈætlightlylˈaɪtlicoverskˈʌvəzherhˈɜː.