text_original: O warm, sweet tears of Heaven, fasl falling on my face! O well remembered, rainy wind, blow all my care away That I .'nay be a child again this blissful morn of May.
text_transcription: O WARM SWEET TEARS OF HEAVEN FAST FALLING ON MY FACE O WELL REMEMBERED RAINY WIND BLOW ALL MY CARE AWAY THAT I MAY BE A CHILD AGAIN THIS BLISSFUL MORN OF MAY
phonemes: ˈoʊ wˈɔːɹm, swˈiːt tˈɪɹz ʌv hˈɛvən, fˈæsəl fˈɔːlɪŋ ˌɔn maɪ fˈeɪs! ˈoʊ wˈɛl ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚd, ɹˈeɪni wˈɪnd, blˈoʊ ˈɔːl maɪ kˈɛɹ ɐwˈeɪ ðæt ˈaɪ .nˈeɪ biː ɐ tʃˈaɪld ɐɡˈɛn ðɪs blˈɪsfəl mˈɔːɹn ʌv mˈeɪ.