text_original: Like Alps in the sunset, thus lighted by wine, We '11 wear the gay tinge of Youth's roses again. What softened remembrances come o'er the heart, In gazing on those we 've been lost to so long!
text_transcription: LIKE ALPS IN THE SUNSET THUS LIGHTED BY WINE WE'LL WEAR THE GAY TINGE OF YOUTH ROSES AGAIN WHAT SOFTENED REMEMBRANCES COME OVER THE HEART IN GAZING ON THOSE WE'VE BEEN LOST TO SO LONG
phonemes: lˈaɪk ˈælps ɪnðə sˈʌnsɛt, ðˈʌs lˈaɪɾᵻd baɪ wˈaɪn, wiː ɪlˈɛvən wˈɛɹ ðə ɡˈeɪ tˈɪndʒ ʌv jˈuːθz ɹˈoʊzᵻz ɐɡˈɛn. wˌʌt sˈɔfənd ɹᵻmˈɛmbɹənsᵻz kˈʌm ˈɔːɹ ðə hˈɑːɹt, ɪn ɡˈeɪzɪŋ ˌɔn ðoʊz wiː vˈiː bˌɪn lˈɔst tə sˌoʊ lˈɔŋ!