text_original: Down in my heart, down deep A poisoned arrow burns. It would fall out And tears would wash the wound, I have no doubt, If I could only weep. Maybe my pulse would leap, And bring one thrill back, of a vanished day, Instead of throbbing in this dull, dead way, If I could only weep.
text_transcription: DOWN IN MY HEART DOWN DEEP A POISONED ARROW BURNS IT WOULD FALL OUT AND TEARS WOULD WASH THE WOUND I HAVE NO DOUBT IF I COULD ONLY WEEP MAYBE MY PULSE WOULD LEAP AND BRING ONE THRILL BACK OF A VANISHED DAY INSTEAD OF THROBBING IN THIS DULL DEAD WAY IF I COULD ONLY WEEP
phonemes: dˌaʊn ɪn maɪ hˈɑːɹt, dˌaʊn dˈiːp ɐ pˈɔɪzənd ˈæɹoʊ bˈɜːnz. ɪt wʊd fˈɔːl ˈaʊt ænd tˈɪɹz wʊd wˈɑːʃ ðə wˈuːnd, aɪ hæv nˈoʊ dˈaʊt, ɪf aɪ kʊd ˈoʊnli wˈiːp. mˈeɪbiː maɪ pˈʌls wʊd lˈiːp, ænd bɹˈɪŋ wˈʌn θɹˈɪl bˈæk, əvə vˈænɪʃt dˈeɪ, ɪnstˈɛd ʌv θɹˈɑːbɪŋ ɪn ðɪs dˈʌl, dˈɛd wˈeɪ, ɪf aɪ kʊd ˈoʊnli wˈiːp.