text_original: Others have their homes to dwell in, Others hasten to their firesides As the evening gathers round them: But my home is in the forest, And my bed upon the heather, And my bath room is the rain cloud.
text_transcription: OTHERS HAVE THEIR HOMES TO DWELL IN OTHERS HASTEN TO THEIR FIRESIDES AS THE EVENING GATHERS ROUND THEM BUT MY HOME IS IN THE FOREST AND MY BED UPON THE HEATHER AND MY BATHROOM IS THE RAIN CLOUD
phonemes: ˈʌðɚz hæv ðɛɹ hˈoʊmz tə dwˈɛl ˈɪn, ˈʌðɚz hˈeɪsən tə ðɛɹ fˈaɪɚsaɪdz æz ðɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ ɡˈæðɚz ɹˈaʊnd ðˌɛm: bˌʌt maɪ hˈoʊm ɪz ɪnðə fˈɔːɹɪst, ænd maɪ bˈɛd əpˌɑːn ðə hˈɛðɚ, ænd maɪ bˈæθ ɹˈuːm ɪz ðə ɹˈeɪn klˈaʊd.