text_original: 37 SO FAR. So far, so far, as it can go, My heart goes roving away. While I sit alone and the shadows grow, Close round where the red flames play ; To the nestling valley that opens and dips. To the snow touched hills that gleam, To the great seas hushed at the foot of their cliffs, That lie in their trance and dream.
text_transcription: SO FAR SO FAR SO FAR AS IT CAN GO MY HEART GOES ROVING AWAY WHILE I SIT ALONE AND THE SHADOWS GROW CLOSE ROUND WHERE THE RED FLAMES PLAY TO THE NESTLING VALLEY THAT OPENS AND DIPS TO THE SNOW TOUCHED HILLS THAT GLEAM TO THE GREAT SEAS HUSH'D AT THE FOOT OF THEIR CLIFFS THAT LIE SO STILL AND DREAM
phonemes: θˈɜːɾi sˈɛvən sˈoʊ fˌɑːɹ. sˈoʊ fˌɑːɹ, sˈoʊ fˌɑːɹ, æz ɪt kæn ɡˈoʊ, maɪ hˈɑːɹt ɡoʊz ɹˈoʊvɪŋ ɐwˈeɪ. wˌaɪl aɪ sˈɪt ɐlˈoʊn ænd ðə ʃˈædoʊz ɡɹˈoʊ, klˈoʊs ɹˈaʊnd wˌɛɹ ðə ɹˈɛd flˈeɪmz plˈeɪ ; tə ðə nˈɛsəlɪŋ vˈæli ðæt ˈoʊpənz ænd dˈɪps. tə ðə snˈoʊ tˈʌtʃt hˈɪlz ðæt ɡlˈiːm, tə ðə ɡɹˈeɪt sˈiːz hˈʌʃt æt ðə fˈʊt ʌv ðɛɹ klˈɪfs, ðæt lˈaɪ ɪn ðɛɹ tɹˈæns ænd dɹˈiːm.