All soul's nightR. HollowayMy love came back to meUnder the November treeShelterless and dim.He put his hand upon my shoulder,He did not think me strange or older,Nor I him.
← LibraryR. Holloway · songAll soul's nightSong 2 of 2lyrics: Frances CornfordAudio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongAll soul's nightlyrics: Frances CornfordMymˈaɪlovelˈʌvcamekˈeɪmbackbˈæktotˈuːmemˈiːUnderˈʌndɐtheðəNovembernəʊˈvɛmbətreetɹˈiːShelterlessandˈænddimdˈɪm.Heˈhiːputpʊthishˈɪzhandhˈænduponəpˈɒnmymˈaɪshoulderʃˈəʊldɐ,Heˈhiːdiddˈɪdnotnˈɒtthinkθˈɪŋkmemˈiːstrangestɹˈeɪndʒorˈɔːolderˈəʊldɐ,NornˈɔːIˈaɪhimhˈɪm.