text_original: Ebb Tide When the long day goes by And I do not see your face, The old wild, restless sorrow Steals from its hiding place. My day is barren and broken, Bereft of light and song, A sea beach bleak and windy That moans the whole day long.
text_transcription: SONYA ABTIDE WHEN THE LONG DAY GOES BY AND I DO NOT SEE YOUR FACE THE OLD WILD RESTLESS SORROW STEALS FROM ITS HIDING PLACE MY DAY IS BARREN AND BROKEN BEREFT OF LIGHT AND SONG A SEA BEACH BLEAK AND WINDY THAT MOANS THE WHOLE DAY LONG
phonemes: ˈɛb tˈaɪd wɛn ðə lˈɔŋ dˈeɪ ɡoʊz baɪ ænd aɪ duːnˌɑːt sˈiː jʊɹ fˈeɪs, ðɪ ˈoʊld wˈaɪld, ɹˈɛstləs sˈɑːɹoʊ stˈiːlz fɹʌm ɪts hˈaɪdɪŋ plˈeɪs. maɪ dˈeɪ ɪz bˈæɹən ænd bɹˈoʊkən, bᵻɹˈɛft ʌv lˈaɪt ænd sˈɔŋ, ɐ sˈiː bˈiːtʃ blˈiːk ænd wˈɪndi ðæt mˈoʊnz ðə hˈoʊl dˈeɪ lˈɔŋ.