text_original: Like some divided river Your ways and mine will be,   To drift apart for ever, For ever till the sea. And yet for one word spoken, One whisper of regret, The dream had not been broken And love were with us yet.
text_transcription: LIKE SOME DIVIDED RIVER YOUR WAYS AND MINE WILL BE TO DRIFT APART FOREVER FOR EVER TILL THE SEA AND YET FOR ONE WORD SPOKEN ONE WHISPER OF REGRET THE DREAM HAD NOT BEEN BROKEN AND LOVE WERE WITH US YET
phonemes: lˈaɪk sˌʌm dᵻvˈaɪdᵻd ɹˈɪvɚ jʊɹ wˈeɪz ænd mˈaɪn wɪl bˈiː,   tə dɹˈɪft ɐpˈɑːɹt fɔːɹ ˈɛvɚ, fɔːɹ ˈɛvɚ tˈɪl ðə sˈiː. ænd jˈɛt fɔːɹ wˈʌn wˈɜːd spˈoʊkən, wˈʌn wˈɪspɚɹ ʌv ɹᵻɡɹˈɛt, ðə dɹˈiːm hæd nˌɑːt bˌɪn bɹˈoʊkən ænd lˈʌv wɜː wɪð ˌʌs jˈɛt.