text_original: 39 And at last, on some white and wondrous dawn, we shall reach the fairy isle Where our hope and our dream are waiting us, and the to morrows smile; With song on our lips and faith in our hearts we sail on our ancient quest, And each man shall find, at the end of the voyage, the thing he loves the best.
text_transcription: AND AT LAST ON SOME WHITE AND WONDROUS DAWN WE SHALL REACH THE FAIRY ISLE WHERE OUR HOPE AND OUR DREAM ARE WAITING US AND THE TO MORROW'S SMILE WITH SONG ON OUR LIPS AND FAITH IN OUR HEARTS WE SAIL ON OUR ANCIENT QUEST AND EACH MAN SHALL FIND AT THE END OF THE VOYAGE THE THING HE LOVES THE BEST
phonemes: θˈɜːɾi nˈaɪn ænd æt lˈæst, ˌɔn sˌʌm wˈaɪt ænd wˈʌndɹəs dˈɔːn, wiːʃˌɐl ɹˈiːtʃ ðə fˈɛɹi ˈaɪəl wˌɛɹ ˌaʊɚ hˈoʊp ænd ˌaʊɚ dɹˈiːm ɑːɹ wˈeɪɾɪŋ ˌʌs, ænd ðə tə mˈɑːɹoʊz smˈaɪl; wɪð sˈɔŋ ˌɔn ˌaʊɚ lˈɪps ænd fˈeɪθ ɪn ˌaʊɚ hˈɑːɹts wiː sˈeɪl ˌɔn ˌaʊɚɹ ˈeɪntʃənt kwˈɛst, ænd ˈiːtʃ mˈæn ʃˌæl fˈaɪnd, æt ðɪ ˈɛnd ʌvðə vˈɔɪɪdʒ, ðə θˈɪŋ hiː lˈʌvz ðə bˈɛst.