text_original: When April comes, and binds and girds The world with warmth that breathes above, And to the breeze flings all her birds, Whose songs are welcome as the words Of you I love, of you I love: It's music for all things that woo, And music for the heart!
text_transcription: WHEN APRIL COMES AND BINDS AND GIRDS THE WORLD WITH WARMS THAT BREATHE ABOVE AND TO THE BREEZE FLINGS ALL HER BIRDS WHOSE SONGS ARE WELCOME AS THE WORDS OF YOU I LOVE OF YOU I LOVE IT'S MUSIC FOR ALL THINGS THAT WOO AND MUSIC FOR THE HEART
phonemes: wˌɛn ˈeɪpɹəl kˈʌmz, ænd bˈaɪndz ænd ɡˈɜːdz ðə wˈɜːld wɪð wˈɔːɹmθ ðæt bɹˈiːðz əbˈʌv, ænd tə ðə bɹˈiːz flˈɪŋz ˈɔːl hɜː bˈɜːdz, hˌuːz sˈɔŋz ɑːɹ wˈɛlkʌm æz ðə wˈɜːdz ʌv juː aɪ lˈʌv, ʌv juː aɪ lˈʌv: ɪts mjˈuːzɪk fɔːɹ ˈɔːl θˈɪŋz ðæt wˈuː, ænd mjˈuːzɪk fɚðə hˈɑːɹt!