text_original: Couldn't we sit in the twilight, Couldn't we walk on the shore With only a pleasant friendship To bind us, and nothing more? There was not a word of folly Spoken between us two, Though we lingered oft in the garden Till the roses were wet with dew.
text_transcription: COULDN'T WE SIT IN THE TWILIGHT COULDN'T WE WALK ON THE SHORE WITH ONLY A PLEASANT FRIENDSHIP TO BIND US AND NOTHING MORE THERE WAS NOT A WORD OF FOLLY SPOKEN BETWEEN US TWO THOUGH WE LINGERED OFT IN THE GARDEN TILL THE ROSES WERE WET WITH DEW
phonemes: kˌʊdənt wiː sˈɪt ɪnðə twˈaɪlaɪt, kˌʊdənt wiː wˈɔːk ɔnðə ʃˈɔːɹ wɪð ˈoʊnli ɐ plˈɛzənt fɹˈɛndʃɪp tə bˈaɪnd ˌʌs, ænd nˈʌθɪŋ mˈɔːɹ? ðɛɹwˌʌz nˌɑːɾə wˈɜːd ʌv fˈɑːli spˈoʊkən bᵻtwˌiːn ˌʌs tˈuː, ðˌoʊ wiː lˈɪŋɡɚd ˈɔft ɪnðə ɡˈɑːɹdən tˈɪl ðə ɹˈoʊzᵻz wɜː wˈɛt wɪð dˈuː.