text_original: Whirling and whirling through moonlight and starlight. Rocking as lightly as boats on the wave, Down in your eyes shone a deep light—a far light, How could I know 'twas the light to your grave?
text_transcription: WHIRLING AND WHIRLING THROUGH MOONLIGHT AND STARLIGHT ROCKING AS LIGHTLY AS BOATS ON THE WAVE DOWN IN YOUR EYES SHONE A DEEP LIGHT A FIRELIGHT HOW COULD I KNOW TWAS THE LIGHT TO YOUR GRAVE
phonemes: wˈɜːlɪŋ ænd wˈɜːlɪŋ θɹuː mˈuːnlaɪt ænd stˈɑːɹlaɪt. ɹˈɑːkɪŋ æz lˈaɪtli æz bˈoʊts ɔnðə wˈeɪv, dˌaʊn ɪn jʊɹ ˈaɪz ʃˈɑːn ɐ dˈiːp lˈaɪt—ɐ fˈɑːɹ lˈaɪt, hˌaʊ kʊd aɪ nˈoʊ twˈɑːz ðə lˈaɪt tə jʊɹ ɡɹˈeɪv?