text_original: Again I stand by the garden gate, While the golden sun slips low, and wait And watch your coming, my love, my fate.
text_transcription: AGAIN I STAND BY THE GARDEN GATE WHILE THE GOLDEN SUN SLIPS LOW AND WAIT AND WATCH YOUR COMING MY LOVE MY FATE
phonemes: ɐɡˈɛn aɪ stˈænd baɪ ðə ɡˈɑːɹdən ɡˈeɪt, wˌaɪl ðə ɡˈoʊldən sˈʌn slˈɪps lˈoʊ, ænd wˈeɪt ænd wˈɑːtʃ jʊɹ kˈʌmɪŋ, maɪ lˈʌv, maɪ fˈeɪt.