text_original: One time when Autumn donned her robes of splendour And rustled down the year's receding track, As I passed dreaming by, a voice all tender Haled me with youth's soft call to linger back. I turned and listened to a golden story!
text_transcription: ONE TIME WHEN AUTUMN DONNED HER ROBES OF SPLENDOUR AND RUSTLED DOWN THE YEAR'S RECEDING TRACK AS I PASSED DREAMING BY A VOICE ALL TENDER HAILED ME WITH YOUTH'S SOFT CALL TO LINGER BACK I TURNED AND LISTENED TO A GOLDEN STORY
phonemes: wˈʌn tˈaɪm wɛn ˈɔːɾʌm dˈɑːnd hɜː ɹˈoʊbz ʌv splˈɛndɚ ænd ɹˈʌsəld dˌaʊn ðə jˈɪɹz ɹᵻsˈiːdɪŋ tɹˈæk, æz aɪ pˈæst dɹˈiːmɪŋ bˈaɪ, ɐ vˈɔɪs ˈɔːl tˈɛndɚ hˈeɪld mˌiː wɪð jˈuːθz sˈɔft kˈɔːl tə lˈɪŋɡɚ bˈæk. aɪ tˈɜːnd ænd lˈɪsənd tʊ ɐ ɡˈoʊldən stˈɔːɹi!