text_original: Hast brought the word for which our hearts are yearning, That spring is on the way? Hark! Now there comes a clear, insistent calling, From hill tops crested with untarnished snow; The trumpet notes are drifting  floating  falling   Whene'er the breezes blow! "Winter is over, and the spring is coming!" Glad is thy message, little page in black   "Winter is over, and the spring is coming   The spring is coming back!"
text_transcription: HAST BROUGHT THE WORD FOR WHICH OUR HEARTS ARE YEARNING THAT SPRING IS ON THE WAY HARK NOW THERE COMES A CLEAR INSISTENT CALLING FROM HILL TOPS CRESTED WITH UNTARNISHED SNOW THE TRUMPET NOTES ARE DRIFTING FLOATING FALLING WHENEVER THE BREEZES BLOW WINTER IS OVER AND THE SPRING IS COMING GLAD IS THY MESSAGE LITTLE PAGE IN BLACK WINTER IS OVER AND THE SPRING IS COMING THE SPRING IS COMING BACK
phonemes: hˈeɪst bɹˈɔːt ðə wˈɜːd fɔːɹ wˌɪtʃ ˌaʊɚ hˈɑːɹts ɑːɹ jˈɜːnɪŋ, ðæt spɹˈɪŋ ɪz ɔnðə wˈeɪ? hˈɑːɹk! nˈaʊ ðɛɹ kˈʌmz ɐ klˈɪɹ, ɪnsˈɪstənt kˈɔːlɪŋ, fɹʌm hˈɪl tˈɑːps kɹˈɛstᵻd wɪð ʌntˈɑːɹnɪʃt snˈoʊ; ðə tɹˈʌmpɪt nˈoʊts ɑːɹ dɹˈɪftɪŋ flˈoʊɾɪŋ fˈɔːlɪŋ wˈɛnɛɹ ðə bɹˈiːzᵻz blˈoʊ! "wˈɪntɚɹ ɪz ˈoʊvɚ, ænd ðə spɹˈɪŋ ɪz kˈʌmɪŋ!" ɡlˈæd ɪz ðˌaɪ mˈɛsɪdʒ, lˈɪɾəl pˈeɪdʒ ɪn blˈæk   "wˈɪntɚɹ ɪz ˈoʊvɚ, ænd ðə spɹˈɪŋ ɪz kˈʌmɪŋ ðə spɹˈɪŋ ɪz kˈʌmɪŋ bˈæk!"