text_original: Compensation I should be glad of loneliness And hours that go on broken wings, A thirsty body, a tired heart And the unchanging ache of things, If I could make a single song As lovely and as full of light, As hushed and brief as a falling star On a winter night.
text_transcription: COMPENSATION I SHOULD BE GLAD OF LONELINESS AND HOURS THAT GO ON BROKEN WINGS A THIRSTY BODY A TIRED HEART AND THE UNCHANGING ACHE OF THINGS IF I COULD MAKE A SINGLE SONG AS LOVELY AND AS FULL OF LIGHT AS HUSHED AND BRIEF AS A FALLING STAR ON A WINTER NIGHT
phonemes: kˌɑːmpənsˈeɪʃən aɪ ʃˌʊd biː ɡlˈæd ʌv lˈoʊnlinəs ænd ˈaʊɚz ðæt ɡˌoʊ ˌɔn bɹˈoʊkən wˈɪŋz, ɐ θˈɜːsti bˈɑːdi, ɐ tˈaɪɚd hˈɑːɹt ænd ðɪ ʌntʃˈeɪndʒɪŋ ˈeɪk ʌv θˈɪŋz, ɪf aɪ kʊd mˌeɪk ɐ sˈɪŋɡəl sˈɔŋ æz lˈʌvli ænd æz fˈʊl ʌv lˈaɪt, æz hˈʌʃt ænd bɹˈiːf æz ɐ fˈɔːlɪŋ stˈɑːɹ ˌɔn ɐ wˈɪntɚ nˈaɪt.