text_original: When April comes, and pelts with buds And apple blooms each orchard space, And takes the dog wood whitened woods With rain and sunshine of her moods, Like your fair face, like your fair face: It's honey for the bloom and dew, And honey for the heart!
text_transcription: WHEN APRIL COMES AND PELTS WITH BUDS AND APPLE BLOOMS EACH ORCHARD SPACE AND TAKES THE DOGWOOD WHITENED WOODS WITH RAIN AND SUNSHINE OF HER MOODS LIKE YOUR FAIR FACE LIKE YOUR FAIR FACE IT'S HONEY FOR THE BLOOM AND DEW AND HONEY FOR THE HEART
phonemes: wˌɛn ˈeɪpɹəl kˈʌmz, ænd pˈɛlts wɪð bˈʌdz ænd ˈæpəl blˈuːmz ˈiːtʃ ˈɔːɹtʃɚd spˈeɪs, ænd tˈeɪks ðə dˈɑːɡ wˈʊd wˈaɪʔn̩d wˈʊdz wɪð ɹˈeɪn ænd sˈʌnʃaɪn ʌv hɜː mˈuːdz, lˈaɪk jʊɹ fˈɛɹ fˈeɪs, lˈaɪk jʊɹ fˈɛɹ fˈeɪs: ɪts hˈʌni fɚðə blˈuːm ænd dˈuː, ænd hˈʌni fɚðə hˈɑːɹt!