text_original: Life may smile and the skies may brighten, Winter will pass with its snows; Grief will wane and the burden lighten   And June will come with the rose. But it cannot bring the old cheer To fill my empty breast; For the old year was the one year, And the old love was best.
text_transcription: LIFE MAY SMILE AND THE SKIES MAY BRIGHTEN WINTER WILL PASS WITH ITS SNOWS GRIEF WILL WANE AND THE BURDEN LIGHTEN AND JUNE WILL COME WITH THE ROSE BUT IT CANNOT BRING THE OLD CHEER TO FILL MY EMPTY BREAST FOR THE OLD YEAR WAS THE ONE YEAR AND THE OLD LOVE WAS THE BEST
phonemes: lˈaɪf mˈeɪ smˈaɪl ænd ðə skˈaɪz mˈeɪ bɹˈaɪʔn̩, wˈɪntɚ wɪl pˈæs wɪð ɪts snˈoʊz; ɡɹˈiːf wɪl wˈeɪn ænd ðə bˈɜːdən lˈaɪʔn̩ ænd dʒˈuːn wɪl kˈʌm wɪððə ɹˈoʊz. bˌʌt ɪt kænˈɑːt bɹˈɪŋ ðɪ ˈoʊld tʃˈɪɹ tə fˈɪl maɪ ˈɛmpti bɹˈɛst; fɚðɪ ˈoʊld jˈɪɹ wʌzðə wˈʌn jˈɪɹ, ænd ðɪ ˈoʊld lˈʌv wʌz bˈɛst.