text_original: And many skies have covered me, And many winds have blown me forth, And I have loved the green, bright north, And I have loved the cold, sweet sea. But what to me are north and south, And what the lure of many lands, Since you have leaned to catch my hands And lay a kiss upon my mouth.
text_transcription: AND MANY SKIES HAVE COVERED ME AND MANY WINDS HAVE BLOWN ME FORTH AND I HAVE LOVED THE GREEN BRIGHT NORTH AND I HAVE LOVED THE COLD SWEET SEA BUT WHAT TO ME ARE NORTH AND SOUTH AND WHAT THE YEAR OF MANY LANDS SINCE YOU HAVE LEANED TO CATCH MY HANDS AND LAY A KISS UPON MY MOUTH
phonemes: ænd mˈɛni skˈaɪz hæv kˈʌvɚd mˌiː, ænd mˈɛni wˈɪndz hæv blˈoʊn mˌiː fˈɔːɹθ, ænd aɪ hæv lˈʌvd ðə ɡɹˈiːn, bɹˈaɪt nˈɔːɹθ, ænd aɪ hæv lˈʌvd ðə kˈoʊld, swˈiːt sˈiː. bˌʌt wʌt tə mˌiː ɑːɹ nˈɔːɹθ ænd sˈaʊθ, ænd wʌt ðə lˈʊɹ ʌv mˈɛni lˈændz, sˈɪns juː hæv lˈiːnd tə kˈætʃ maɪ hˈændz ænd lˈeɪ ɐ kˈɪs əpˌɑːn maɪ mˈaʊθ.