text_original: Flow'rets drooping in the noon tide sun; Autumn leaves descending one by one; Bubbles dancing on life's foaming wave; Shadowy spirits hurrying to the grave; Frail and fleeting, Lord, are we.
text_transcription: FLOWERS DROOPING IN THE NOONTIDE SUN AUTUMN LEAVES DESCENDING ONE BY ONE BUBBLES DANCING ON LIFE'S FOAMING WAVE SHADOWY SPIRITS HURRYING TO THE GRAVE FRAIL AND FLEETING LORD ARE WE
phonemes: flˈoʊɹɪts dɹˈuːpɪŋ ɪnðə nˈuːn tˈaɪd sˈʌn; ˈɔːɾʌm lˈiːvz dᵻsˈɛndɪŋ wˈʌn baɪ wˌʌn; bˈʌbəlz dˈænsɪŋ ˌɔn lˈaɪfz fˈoʊmɪŋ wˈeɪv; ʃˈædoʊi spˈɪɹɪts hˈɜːɹiɪŋ tə ðə ɡɹˈeɪv; fɹˈeɪl ænd flˈiːɾɪŋ, lˈɔːɹd, ɑːɹ wiː.