text_original: WHEN BABY SOULS SAIL OUT When from our mortal vision Grown men and women go To sail strange fields Elysian And know what spirits know, I think of them as tourists, In some sun gilded clime, 'Mong happy sights and dear delights We all shall find, in time.
text_transcription: BY TAIN RENEE DE SUSA WHEN FROM OUR MORTAL VISION GROWN MEN AND WOMEN GO TO SAIL STRANGE FIELDS ILLUSION AND KNOW WHAT SPIRITS KNOW I THINK OF THEM AS TOURISTS IN SOME SUN GILDED CLIMB MONG HAPPY SIGHTS AND DEAR DELIGHTS WE ALL SHALL FIND IN TIME
phonemes: wˌɛn bˈeɪbi sˈoʊlz sˈeɪl ˌoʊjˌuːtˈiː wɛn fɹʌm ˌaʊɚ mˈɔːɹɾəl vˈɪʒən ɡɹˈoʊn mˈɛn ænd wˈɪmɪn ɡˌoʊ tə sˈeɪl stɹˈeɪndʒ fˈiːldz ɛlˈɪʒən ænd nˈoʊ wʌt spˈɪɹɪts nˈoʊ, aɪ θˈɪŋk ʌv ðˌɛm æz tˈʊɹɹɪsts, ɪn sˌʌm sˈʌn ɡˈɪldᵻd klˈaɪm, mˈɔŋɡ hˈæpi sˈaɪts ænd dˈɪɹ dᵻlˈaɪts wiː ˈɔːl ʃˌæl fˈaɪnd, ɪn tˈaɪm.