text_original: To night I close my tired eyes And hear the rain drip slow, And dream a hand is on my brow That pressed it long ago. My thoughts stray through the lonely night Until I seem to see Home faces, in the firelight, That always smiled on me.
text_transcription: TO NIGHT I CLOSE MY TIRED EYES AND HEAR THE RAIN DRIP SLOW AND DREAM A HAND IS ON MY BROW THAT PRESSED IT LONG AGO MY THOUGHTS STRAY THROUGH THE LONELY NIGHT UNTIL I SEEM TO SEE HOME FACES IN THE FIRELIGHT THAT ALWAYS SMILED ON ME
phonemes: tə nˈaɪt aɪ klˈoʊz maɪ tˈaɪɚd ˈaɪz ænd hˈɪɹ ðə ɹˈeɪn dɹˈɪp slˈoʊ, ænd dɹˈiːm ɐ hˈænd ɪz ˌɔn maɪ bɹˈaʊ ðæt pɹˈɛst ɪt lˈɔŋ ɐɡˈoʊ. maɪ θˈɔːts stɹˈeɪ θɹuː ðə lˈoʊnli nˈaɪt ʌntˈɪl aɪ sˈiːm tə sˈiː hˈoʊm fˈeɪsᵻz, ɪnðə fˈaɪɚlaɪt, ðæt ˈɔːlweɪz smˈaɪld ˈɔn mˌiː.