text_original: Over my head the skies are blue ; I have my share of the rain and dew ; I bask like you in the summer sun When the long bright days pass, one by one, And calm as yours is my sweet repose Wrapped in the warmth of the winter snows.
text_transcription: OVER MY HEAD THE SKIES ARE BLUE I HAVE MY SHARE OF THE RAIN AND DEW I BASK LIKE YOU IN THE SUMMER SUN WHEN THE LONG RITE DAYS PASS ONE BY ONE AND CALM AS YOURS IS MY SWEET REPOSE WRAPT IN THE WARMTH OF THE WINTER SNOWS
phonemes: ˌoʊvɚ maɪ hˈɛd ðə skˈaɪz ɑːɹ blˈuː ; aɪ hæv maɪ ʃˈɛɹ ʌvðə ɹˈeɪn ænd dˈuː ; aɪ bˈæsk lˈaɪk juː ɪnðə sˈʌmɚ sˈʌn wɛn ðə lˈɔŋ bɹˈaɪt dˈeɪz pˈæs, wˈʌn baɪ wˌʌn, ænd kˈɑːm æz jˈɔːɹz ɪz maɪ swˈiːt ɹᵻpˈoʊz ɹˈæpt ɪnðə wˈɔːɹmθ ʌvðə wˈɪntɚ snˈoʊz.