text_original: On rainy days, my dream and I Turn back the hands of memory's books: We sup on pleasures long gone by   We drink of unforgotten brooks; We ransack garrets of the Past, We sing old songs, we play old plays; While hurrying Time looks on aghast, On rainy days.
text_transcription: ON RAINY DAYS MY DREAM AND I TURN BACK THE HANDS OF MEMORY'S BOOKS WE SUP ON PLEASURES LONG GONE BY WE DRINK OF UNFORGOTTEN BROOKS WE RANSACK GARRETS OF THE PAST WE SING OLD SONGS WE PLAY OLD PLAYS WHILE HURRYING TIME LOOKS ON AGHAST ON RAINY DAYS
phonemes: ˌɔn ɹˈeɪni dˈeɪz, maɪ dɹˈiːm ænd aɪ tˈɜːn bˈæk ðə hˈændz ʌv mˈɛmɚɹiz bˈʊks: wiː sˈʌp ˌɔn plˈɛʒɚz lˈɔŋ ɡɔn baɪ wiː dɹˈɪŋk ʌv ʌnfɚɡˈɑːʔn̩ bɹˈʊks; wiː ɹˈænsæk ɡˈæɹɪts ʌvðə pˈæst, wiː sˈɪŋ ˈoʊld sˈɔŋz, wiː plˈeɪ ˈoʊld plˈeɪz; wˌaɪl hˈɜːɹiɪŋ tˈaɪm lˈʊks ˌɔn ɐɡˈæst, ˌɔn ɹˈeɪni dˈeɪz.