text_original: "If It Ever Be" THE SUNLIT HOURS I O the splendour of this joy of ours, Woven of gold of the sun lit hours! Here stands the house in soft repose, The garden and the orchard close.
text_transcription: OH THE SPLENDOR OF THIS JOY OF OURS OH THE SPLENDOR OF THIS JOY OF OURS WOVEN OF GOLD OF THE SUNLIT OURS HERE STANDS THE HOUSE IN SOFT REPOSE THE GARDEN AND THE ORCHARD CLOSE
phonemes: "ɪf ɪɾ ˈɛvɚ bˈiː" ðə sˈʌnlɪt ˈaʊɚz aɪ ˈoʊ ðə splˈɛndɚɹ ʌv ðɪs dʒˈɔɪ ʌv aʊɚz, wˈoʊvən ʌv ɡˈoʊld ʌvðə sˈʌn lˈɪt ˈaʊɚz! hˈɪɹ stˈændz ðə hˈaʊs ɪn sˈɔft ɹᵻpˈoʊz, ðə ɡˈɑːɹdən ænd ðɪ ˈɔːɹtʃɚd klˈoʊs.