text_original: When April comes, and tints the hills With gold and beryl that rejoice, And from her airy apron spills The laughter of the winds and rills, Like your young voice, like your young voice: It's gladness for God's bending blue, And gladness for the heart!
text_transcription: WHEN APRIL COMES AND TINTS THE HILLS WITH GOLD AND BERYL THAT REJOICE AND FROM THE AIRY APRON SPILLS THE LAUGHTER OF THE WINDS AND RILLS LIKE YOUR YOUNG VOICE LIKE YOUR YOUNG VOICE IT'S GLADNESS FOR GOD'S BENDING BLUE AND GLADNESS FOR THE HEART
phonemes: wˌɛn ˈeɪpɹəl kˈʌmz, ænd tˈɪnts ðə hˈɪlz wɪð ɡˈoʊld ænd bˈɛɹəl ðæt ɹᵻdʒˈɔɪs, ænd fɹʌm hɜːɹ ˈɛɹi ˈeɪpɹən spˈɪlz ðə lˈæftɚɹ ʌvðə wˈɪndz ænd ɹˈɪlz, lˈaɪk jʊɹ jˈʌŋ vˈɔɪs, lˈaɪk jʊɹ jˈʌŋ vˈɔɪs: ɪts ɡlˈædnəs fɔːɹ ɡˈɑːdz bˈɛndɪŋ blˈuː, ænd ɡlˈædnəs fɚðə hˈɑːɹt!