text_original: He has gone back across dead Decembers To his childhood's fair land of delight; And his mother's sweet smile he remembers, As he hangs up his stocking at night. He remembers the dream haunted slumber All broken and restless because Of the visions that came without number Of dear Santa Claus.
text_transcription: HE HAS GONE BACK ACROSS DEAD DECEMBERS TO HIS CHILDHOOD'S FAIR LAND OF DELIGHT AND HIS MOTHER'S SWEET SMILE HE REMEMBERS AS HE HANGS UP HIS STOCKING AT NIGHT HE REMEMBERS THE DREAM HAUNTED SLUMBER ALL BROKEN AND RESTLESS BECAUSE OF THE VISIONS THAT CAME WITHOUT NUMBER OF DEAR SANTA CLAUS
phonemes: hiː hɐz ɡɔn bˈæk əkɹˌɑːs dˈɛd dᵻsˈɛmbɚz tə hɪz tʃˈaɪldhʊdz fˈɛɹ lˈænd ʌv dᵻlˈaɪt; ænd hɪz mˈʌðɚz swˈiːt smˈaɪl hiː ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚz, æz hiː hˈæŋz ˌʌp hɪz stˈɑːkɪŋ æt nˈaɪt. hiː ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚz ðə dɹˈiːm hˈɔːntᵻd slˈʌmbɚɹ ˈɔːl bɹˈoʊkən ænd ɹˈɛstləs bɪkˈʌz ʌvðə vˈɪʒənz ðæt kˈeɪm wɪðˌaʊt nˈʌmbɚɹ ʌv dˈɪɹ sˈæntə klˈɔːz.