text_original: Through the plain and the wood we will wander apart, And apart will sail the sea, And no more will I speak from an open heart, Or journey the day with thee ; And we '11 never hold hands in the coming time, For it 's only a grief to me ; And the higher the hills between us climb — Oh
text_transcription: THROUGH THE PLAIN AND WOOD WE WILL WANDER APART AND APART WILL SAIL THE SEA AND NO MORE WILL I SPEAK FROM AN OPEN HEART OR JOURNEY THE DAY WITH THEE AND WILL NEVER HOLD HANDS IN THE COMING TIME FOR IT'S ONLY A GRIEF TO ME AND THE HIGHER THE HILLS BETWEEN US CLIMB OH
phonemes: θɹuː ðə plˈeɪn ænd ðə wˈʊd wiː wɪl wˈɔndɚɹ ɐpˈɑːɹt, ænd ɐpˈɑːɹt wɪl sˈeɪl ðə sˈiː, ænd nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ wɪl aɪ spˈiːk fɹʌm ɐn ˈoʊpən hˈɑːɹt, ɔːɹ dʒˈɜːni ðə dˈeɪ wɪð ðˈiː ; ænd wiː ɪlˈɛvən nˈɛvɚ hˈoʊld hˈændz ɪnðə kˈʌmɪŋ tˈaɪm, fɔːɹ ɪt ˈɛs ˈoʊnli ɐ ɡɹˈiːf tə mˌiː ; ænd ðə hˈaɪɚ ðə hˈɪlz bᵻtwˌiːn ˌʌs klˈaɪm — ˈoʊ