There are two trees in a lonely fieldRonald A. BeckettThere are two trees in a lonely field;They breathe a spell to me;A dreary thought their dark boughs yield,All waving solemnly.
← LibraryRonald A. Beckett · songThere are two trees in a lonely fieldThere are two trees in a lonely field by Ronald A. Beckett with libretto, IPA, translation, and study tools.Audio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongThere are two trees in a lonely fieldRonald A. BeckettThereðˈeəareə(ɹ)twotˈuːtreestɹˈiːzinˈɪnaeɪ̯lonelylˈəʊnlifieldfˈiːld;Theyðˈeɪbreathebɹˈiːðaeɪ̯spellspˈɛltotˈuːmemˈiː;Aeɪ̯drearydɹˈiəɹithoughtθˈɔːttheirðˈeədarkdˈɑːkboughsbˈaʊzyieldjˈiːld,Allˈɔːlwavingwˈeɪvɪŋsolemnlysˈɒləmli.