text_original: Would you come back to the sun and the rain, The sweetness, the strife, the thing we call pain, And then unravel life's tangle again? I lean to the dark  Hush!  was it a sigh? Or the painted vine leaves that rustled by? Or only a night bird's echoing cry?
text_transcription: WOULD YOU COME BACK TO THE SUN AND THE RAIN THE SWEETNESS THE STRIFE THE THING WE CALL PAIN AND THEN UNRAVEL LIFE'S TANGLE AGAIN I LEANED TO THE DARK HUSH WAS IT A SIGH OR THE PAINTED VINE LEAVES THAT RUSTLED BY OR ONLY A NIGHT BIRD'S ECHOING CRY
phonemes: wʊd juː kˈʌm bˈæk tə ðə sˈʌn ænd ðə ɹˈeɪn, ðə swˈiːtnəs, ðə stɹˈaɪf, ðə θˈɪŋ wiː kˈɔːl pˈeɪn, ænd ðˈɛn ʌnɹˈævəl lˈaɪfz tˈæŋɡəl ɐɡˈɛn? aɪ lˈiːn tuː ðə dˈɑːɹk hˈʌʃ!  wʌz ɪɾ ɐ sˈaɪ? ɔːɹ ðə pˈeɪntᵻd vˈaɪn lˈiːvz ðæt ɹˈʌsəld bˈaɪ? ɔːɹ ˈoʊnli ɐ nˈaɪt bˈɜːdz ˈɛkoʊɪŋ kɹˈaɪ?