text_original: This is my city Springfield, My home on the breast of the plain. The state house towers to heaven, By an arsenal gray as the rain ... And suddenly all is mist, And I walk in a world apart, In the forest age when I first knelt down At your feet, O Peace of the Heart.
text_transcription: THIS IS MY CITY SPRINGFIELD MY HOME ON THE BREAST OF THE PLAIN THE STATE HOUSE TOWERS TO HEAVEN BY INTERSNAL GREY AS THE RAIN AND SUDDENLY ALL IS MIST AND I WALK IN A WORLD APART IN THE FOREST STAGE WHERE I FIRST KNELT DOWN AT YOUR FEET O PEACE OF THE HEART
phonemes: ðɪs ɪz maɪ sˈɪɾi spɹˈɪŋfiːld, maɪ hˈoʊm ɔnðə bɹˈɛst ʌvðə plˈeɪn. ðə stˈeɪt hˈaʊs tˈaʊɚz tə hˈɛvən, baɪ ɐn ˈɑːɹsənəl ɡɹˈeɪ æz ðə ɹˈeɪn ... ænd sˈʌdənli ˈɔːl ɪz mˈɪst, ænd aɪ wˈɔːk ɪn ɐ wˈɜːld ɐpˈɑːɹt, ɪnðə fˈɔːɹɪst ˈeɪdʒ wɛn aɪ fˈɜːst nˈɛlt dˌaʊn æt jʊɹ fˈiːt, ˈoʊ pˈiːs ʌvðə hˈɑːɹt.