text_original: And they, The lads who roamed the wood with me, Are changed from what they used to be, And some are gone, and all are grey. 66 THE RETURN And now awhile I watch the bird That haunts the hollow past the hill, And dream I hear the echo still Of voices I have never heard.
text_transcription: AND THEY THE LADS WHO ROAMED THE WOOD WITH ME ARE CHANGED FROM WHAT THEY USED TO BE AND SOME ARE GONE AND ALL ARE GREY AND NOW AWHILE I WATCH THE BIRD THAT HAUNTS THE HOLLOW PAST THE HILL AND DREAM I HEAR THE ECHO STILL OF VOICES I HAVE NEVER HEARD
phonemes: ænd ðeɪ, ðə lˈædz hˌuː ɹˈoʊmd ðə wˈʊd wɪð mˌiː, ɑːɹ tʃˈeɪndʒd fɹʌm wʌt ðeɪ jˈuːzd tə bˈiː, ænd sˌʌm ɑːɹ ɡˈɔn, ænd ˈɔːl ɑːɹ ɡɹˈeɪ. sˈɪksti sˈɪks ðə ɹᵻtˈɜːn ænd nˈaʊ ɐwˈaɪl aɪ wˈɑːtʃ ðə bˈɜːd ðæt hˈɔːnts ðə hˈɑːloʊ pˈæst ðə hˈɪl, ænd dɹˈiːm aɪ hˈɪɹ ðɪ ˈɛkoʊ stˈɪl ʌv vˈɔɪsᵻz aɪ hæv nˈɛvɚ hˈɜːd.