text_original: Young and handsome and debonair You leap to my side in the garden there, And I take your flowers, and call them fair. Out of the west the glory dies, As we stand under the sunset skies, With love in our hearts, and love in our eyes.
text_transcription: YOUNG AND HANDSOME AND DEBONNAIRE YOU LEAP TO MY SIGHT IN THE GARDEN THERE AND I TAKE YOUR FLOWERS AND CALL THEM FAIR OUT OF THE WEST THE GLORY DIES AS WE STAND UNDER THE SUNSET SKIES WITH LOVE IN OUR HEARTS AND LOVE IN OUR EYES
phonemes: jˈʌŋ ænd hˈændsʌm ænd dˈɛbənˌɛɹ juː lˈiːp tə maɪ sˈaɪd ɪnðə ɡˈɑːɹdən ðˈɛɹ, ænd aɪ tˈeɪk jʊɹ flˈaʊɚz, ænd kˈɔːl ðˌɛm fˈɛɹ. ˌaʊɾəv ðə wˈɛst ðə ɡlˈɔːɹi dˈaɪz, æz wiː stˈænd ˌʌndɚ ðə sˈʌnsɛt skˈaɪz, wɪð lˈʌv ɪn ˌaʊɚ hˈɑːɹts, ænd lˈʌv ɪn ˌaʊɚɹ ˈaɪz.