text_original: When darkness downward glides And slowly hides The fading hills of blue, I never bar the cottage door Without one look across the moor, A look of hope for you.
text_transcription: WHEN DARKNESS DOWNWARD GLIDES AND SLOWLY HIDES THE FADING HILLS OF BLUE I NEVER BARRED A COTTAGE DOOR WITHOUT ONE LOOK ACROSS THE MOOR A LOOK OF HOPE FOR YOU
phonemes: wˌɛn dˈɑːɹknəs dˈaʊnwɚd ɡlˈaɪdz ænd slˈoʊli hˈaɪdz ðə fˈeɪdɪŋ hˈɪlz ʌv blˈuː, aɪ nˈɛvɚ bˈɑːɹ ðə kˈɑːɾɪdʒ dˈɔːɹ wɪðˌaʊt wˈʌn lˈʊk əkɹˌɑːs ðə mˈʊɹ, ɐ lˈʊk ʌv hˈoʊp fɔːɹ juː.