text_original: The thoughts we are thinking, our fathers would think; From the death we are shrinking from, they too would shrink; To the life we are clinging to, they too would cling; But it speeds from the earth like a bird on the wing.
text_transcription: THE THOUGHTS WE ARE THINKING OUR FATHERS WOULD THINK FROM THE DEATH WE ARE SHRINKING FROM THEY TOO WOULD SHRINK TO THE LIFE WE ARE CLINGING TO THEY TOO WOULD CLING BUT IT SPEEDS FROM THE EARTH LIKE A BIRD ON THE WING
phonemes: ðə θˈɔːts wiː ɑːɹ θˈɪŋkɪŋ, ˌaʊɚ fˈɑːðɚz wʊd θˈɪŋk; fɹʌmðə dˈɛθ wiː ɑːɹ ʃɹˈɪŋkɪŋ fɹʌm, ðeɪ tˈuː wʊd ʃɹˈɪŋk; tə ðə lˈaɪf wiː ɑːɹ klˈɪŋɪŋ tuː, ðeɪ tˈuː wʊd klˈɪŋ; bˌʌt ɪt spˈiːdz fɹʌmðɪ ˈɜːθ lˈaɪk ɐ bˈɜːd ɔnðə wˈɪŋ.