text_original: And if ever the souls of the loved, set free, Come back to the souls that stay, I could dream he would sit for a while with me Where I sit by this wonderful tideless sea And look to the red rocked bay, By the high cliff's edge where the wild weeds twine, And he would not speak or move, But his eyes would gaze from his soul at mine, My eyes that would answer without one sign, And that were enough for love.
text_transcription: AND IF EVER THE SOULS OF THE LOVED SET FREE COME BACK TO THE SOULS THAT STAY I COULD DREAM HE WOULD SIT FOR A WHILE WITH ME WHERE I SIT BY THIS WONDERFUL TIDELESS SEA AND LOOK TO THE RED ROCKED BAY BY THE HIGH CLIFF'S EDGE WHERE THE WILD WEEDS TWINE AND HE WOULD NOT SPEAK OR MOVE BUT HIS EYES WOULD GAZE FROM HIS SOUL AT MINE MY EYES THAT WOULD ANSWER WITHOUT ONE SIGN AND THAT WERE ENOUGH FOR LOVE
phonemes: ænd ɪf ˈɛvɚ ðə sˈoʊlz ʌvðə lˈʌvd, sˈɛt fɹˈiː, kˈʌm bˈæk tə ðə sˈoʊlz ðæt stˈeɪ, aɪ kʊd dɹˈiːm hiː wʊd sˈɪt fɚɹə wˈaɪl wɪð mˌiː wˌɛɹ aɪ sˈɪt baɪ ðɪs wˈʌndɚfəl tˈaɪdləs sˈiː ænd lˈʊk tə ðə ɹˈɛd ɹˈɑːkt bˈeɪ, baɪ ðə hˈaɪ klˈɪfs ˈɛdʒ wˌɛɹ ðə wˈaɪld wˈiːdz twˈaɪn, ænd hiː wʊd nˌɑːt spˈiːk ɔːɹ mˈuːv, bˌʌt hɪz ˈaɪz wʊd ɡˈeɪz fɹʌm hɪz sˈoʊl æt mˈaɪn, maɪ ˈaɪz ðæt wʊd ˈænsɚ wɪðˌaʊt wˈʌn sˈaɪn, ænd ðæt wɜːɹ ɪnˈʌf fɔːɹ lˈʌv.