text_original: When I Go Home When I go home, green, green will glow the grass, Whereon the flight of sun and cloud will pass; Long lines of wood ducks through the deepening gloam Will hold above the west, as wrought on brass, And fragrant furrows will have delved the loam, When I go home.
text_transcription: WHEN I GO HOME WHEN I GO HOME GREEN GREEN WILL GLOW THE GRASS WHEREON THE FLIGHT OF SUN AND CLOUD WILL PASS LONG LINES OF WOOD DUCKS THROUGH THE DEEPENING GLOOM WILL HOLD ABOVE THE WEST AS FRAUGHT ON BRASS AND FRAGRANT FURROWS WILL HAVE DELVED ALONE WHEN I GO HOME
phonemes: wˌɛn aɪ ɡˌoʊ hˈoʊm wɛn aɪ ɡˌoʊ hˈoʊm, ɡɹˈiːn, ɡɹˈiːn wɪl ɡlˈoʊ ðə ɡɹˈæs, wˈɛɹɑːn ðə flˈaɪt ʌv sˈʌn ænd klˈaʊd wɪl pˈæs; lˈɔŋ lˈaɪnz ʌv wˈʊd dˈʌks θɹuː ðə dˈiːpənɪŋ ɡlˈoʊm wɪl hˈoʊld əbˌʌv ðə wˈɛst, æz ɹˈɔːt ˌɔn bɹˈæs, ænd fɹˈeɪɡɹənt fˈɜːɹoʊz wɪl hæv dˈɛlvd ðə lˈoʊm, wˌɛn aɪ ɡˌoʊ hˈoʊm.