text_original: Love me now ! It will be too late when we are dead ! Love me now ! While we still are young together, While glad and brave the sun shines overhead, Hand locked in hand, in blue, smiling weather. Sighing were sin, and variance ill bestead ; It will be too late when you are dead ! Love me now ! Shadows hover in the distance, Cold winds are coming, green leaves must turn red.
text_transcription: LOVE ME NOW IT WILL BE TOO LATE WHEN WE ARE DEAD LOVE ME NOW WHILE WE STILL ARE YOUNG TOGETHER WHILE GLAD AND BRAVE THE SUN SHINES OVERHEAD HAND BLOCKED IN HAND IN BLUE SMILING WEATHER SIGHING WITH SIN AND VARIANCE ILL BESTEAD IT WILL BE TOO LATE WHEN YOU ARE DEAD LOVE ME NOW SHADOWS HOVER IN THE DISTANCE COLD WINDS ARE COMING GREEN LEAVES MUST TURN RED
phonemes: lˈʌv mˌiː nˈaʊ ! ɪt wɪl biː tˈuː lˈeɪt wɛn wiː ɑːɹ dˈɛd ! lˈʌv mˌiː nˈaʊ ! wˌaɪl wiː stˈɪl ɑːɹ jˈʌŋ təɡˈɛðɚ, wˌaɪl ɡlˈæd ænd bɹˈeɪv ðə sˈʌn ʃˈaɪnz ˌoʊvɚhˈɛd, hˈænd lˈɑːkt ɪn hˈænd, ɪn blˈuː, smˈaɪlɪŋ wˈɛðɚ. sˈaɪɪŋ wɜː sˈɪn, ænd vˈɛɹiəns ˈɪl bᵻstˈɛd ; ɪt wɪl biː tˈuː lˈeɪt wɛn juː ɑːɹ dˈɛd ! lˈʌv mˌiː nˈaʊ ! ʃˈædoʊz hˈʌvɚɹ ɪnðə dˈɪstəns, kˈoʊld wˈɪndz ɑːɹ kˈʌmɪŋ, ɡɹˈiːn lˈiːvz mˈʌst tˈɜːn ɹˈɛd.