text_original: Ours shall be the moonrise stealing Through the birches ivory white; Ours shall be the mystic healing Of the velvet  footed night. Ours shall be the gypsy winding Of the path with violets blue, Ours at last the wizard finding Of the land where dreams come true.
text_transcription: OUR SHALL BE THE MOONRISE CEILING THROUGH THE BIRCH'S IVORY WHITE OUR SHALL BE THE MYSTIC HEALING OF THE VELVET FOOTED NIGHT OUR SHALL BE THE GYPSY WINDING OF THE PATH WITH VIOLETS BLUE IS AT LAST THE WIZARD FINDING OF THE LAND WHERE DREAMS COME TRUE
phonemes: aʊɚz ʃˌæl biː ðə mˈuːnɹaɪz stˈiːlɪŋ θɹuː ðə bˈɜːtʃᵻz ˈaɪvɚɹi wˈaɪt; aʊɚz ʃˌæl biː ðə mˈɪstɪk hˈiːlɪŋ ʌvðə vˈɛlvɪt fˈʊɾᵻd nˈaɪt. aʊɚz ʃˌæl biː ðə dʒˈɪpsi wˈaɪndɪŋ ʌvðə pˈæθ wɪð vˈaɪəlɪts blˈuː, aʊɚz æt lˈæst ðə wˈɪzɚd fˈaɪndɪŋ ʌvðə lˈænd wˌɛɹ dɹˈiːmz kˈʌm tɹˈuː.