text_original: It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more. How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
text_transcription: IT SOUNDS TO HIM LIKE HER MOTHER'S VOICE SINGING IN PARADISE HE NEEDS MUST THINK OF HER ONCE MORE HOW IN THE GRAVE SHE LIES AND WITH HIS HARD ROUGH HAND HE WIPES A TEAR OUT OF HIS EYES
phonemes: ɪt sˈaʊndz tə hˌɪm lˈaɪk hɜː mˈʌðɚz vˈɔɪs, sˈɪŋɪŋ ɪn pˈæɹədˌaɪs! hiː nˈiːdz mˈʌst θˈɪŋk ʌv hɜː wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ. hˌaʊ ɪnðə ɡɹˈeɪv ʃiː lˈaɪz; ænd wɪð hɪz hˈɑːɹd, ɹˈʌf hˈænd hiː wˈaɪps ɐ tˈɪɹ ˌaʊɾəv hɪz ˈaɪz.