text_original: Where the winds piped all day in the sentinel firs That guarded the crest of the hill ; I went by the path that my childhood had known Through the bracken and up by the glen. And I paused at the gate of the garden to drink The scent of sweet briar again ; The homelight shone out through the dusk as of yore And happiness waited for me at the door!
text_transcription: WHERE THE WINDS PIPED ALL DAY IN THE SENTINEL FIRS THAT GUARDED THE CREST OF THE HILL I WENT BY THE PATH THAT MY CHILDHOOD HAD KNOWN THROUGH THE BRACKEN AND UP BY THE GLEN AND I PAUSED AT THE GATE OF THE GARDEN TO DRINK THE SCENT OF SWEET BRIER AGAIN THE HOME LIGHT SHONE OUT THROUGH THE DUSK AS OF YORE AND HAPPINESS WAITED FOR ME AT THE DOOR
phonemes: wˌɛɹ ðə wˈɪndz pˈaɪpt ˈɔːl dˈeɪ ɪnðə sˈɛntɪnəl fˈɜːz ðæt ɡˈɑːɹdᵻd ðə kɹˈɛst ʌvðə hˈɪl ; aɪ wɛnt baɪ ðə pˈæθ ðæt maɪ tʃˈaɪldhʊd hæd nˈoʊn θɹuː ðə bɹˈækən ænd ˌʌp baɪ ðə ɡlˈɛn. ænd aɪ pˈɔːzd æt ðə ɡˈeɪt ʌvðə ɡˈɑːɹdən tə dɹˈɪŋk ðə sˈɛnt ʌv swˈiːt bɹˈaɪɚɹ ɐɡˈɛn ; ðə hˈoʊmlaɪt ʃˈɑːn ˈaʊt θɹuː ðə dˈʌsk æz ʌv jˈɔːɹ ænd hˈæpɪnəs wˈeɪɾᵻd fɔːɹ mˌiː æt ðə dˈɔːɹ!