text_original: For all these long years after The dream has never died, I still can hear your laughter, Still see you at my side; One lily hiding under The waves of golden hair; I could not choose but wonder, You were so strangely fair.
text_transcription: FOR ALL THESE LONG YEARS AFTER THE DREAM HAS NEVER DIED I STILL CAN HEAR YOUR LAUGHTER STILL SEE YOU AT MY SIDE ONE LILY HIDING UNDER THE WAVES OF GOLDEN HAIR I COULD NOT CHOOSE BUT WONDER YOU WERE SO STRANGELY FAIR
phonemes: fɔːɹ ˈɔːl ðiːz lˈɔŋ jˈɪɹz ˈæftɚ ðə dɹˈiːm hɐz nˈɛvɚ dˈaɪd, aɪ stˈɪl kæn hˈɪɹ jʊɹ lˈæftɚ, stˈɪl sˈiː juː æt maɪ sˈaɪd; wˈʌn lˈɪli hˈaɪdɪŋ ˌʌndɚ ðə wˈeɪvz ʌv ɡˈoʊldən hˈɛɹ; aɪ kʊd nˌɑːt tʃˈuːz bˌʌt wˈʌndɚ, juː wɜː sˌoʊ stɹˈeɪndʒli fˈɛɹ.