text_original: On rainy days, my ghostly dreams Come clothed in garments like the mist, But through that vapoury veiling, gleams The lustrous eyes my lips have kissed. A radiant head leans on my heart, We walk in well remembered ways; But oh! the sorrow when we part, On rainy days.
text_transcription: ON RAINY DAYS MY GHOSTLY DREAMS COME CLOTHED IN GARMENTS LIKE THE MIST BUT THROUGH THAT VAPOURY VEILING GLEAMS THE LUSTROUS EYES MY LIPS HAVE KISSED A RADIANT HEAD LEANS ON MY HEART WE WALK IN WELL REMEMBERED WAYS BUT OH THE SORROW WHEN WE PART ON RAINY DAYS
phonemes: ˌɔn ɹˈeɪni dˈeɪz, maɪ ɡˈoʊstli dɹˈiːmz kˈʌm klˈoʊðd ɪn ɡˈɑːɹmənts lˈaɪk ðə mˈɪst, bˌʌt θɹuː ðæt vˈeɪpɚɹi vˈeɪlɪŋ, ɡlˈiːmz ðə lˈʌstɹəs ˈaɪz maɪ lˈɪps hæv kˈɪst. ɐ ɹˈeɪdiənt hˈɛd lˈiːnz ˌɔn maɪ hˈɑːɹt, wiː wˈɔːk ɪn wˈɛl ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚd wˈeɪz; bˌʌt ˈoʊ! ðə sˈɑːɹoʊ wɛn wiː pˈɑːɹt, ˌɔn ɹˈeɪni dˈeɪz.