text_original: Green things may grow on the hillside and heather, Birds seek the forest and build there and sing. All things revive in the beautiful weather, But unto a dead love there cometh no Spring.
text_transcription: GREEN THINGS MAY GROW ON THE HILLSIDE AND HEATHER BIRDS SEEK THE FOREST AND BUILD THERE AND SING ALL THINGS REVIVE IN THE BEAUTIFUL WEATHER BUT UNTO A DEAD LOVE THERE COMETH NO SPRING
phonemes: ɡɹˈiːn θˈɪŋz mˈeɪ ɡɹˈoʊ ɔnðə hˈɪlsaɪd ænd hˈɛðɚ, bˈɜːdz sˈiːk ðə fˈɔːɹɪst ænd bˈɪld ðɛɹ ænd sˈɪŋ. ˈɔːl θˈɪŋz ɹᵻvˈaɪv ɪnðə bjˈuːɾifəl wˈɛðɚ, bˌʌt ˌʌntʊ ɐ dˈɛd lˈʌv ðɛɹ kˈʌməθ nˈoʊ spɹˈɪŋ.