text_original: NEARER HOME 43 NEARER HOME THE wind is like an armed foe, Drawn up to bar the way, The strong seas smite us blow on blow, The decks are lashed with spray ; High crested tower above the ship The waves with lips afoam, But welcome every plunge and dip Which brings us nearer home.
text_transcription: ORK BY SONYA NEARER HOME THE WIND IS LIKE AN ARMED FOE DRAWN UP TO BAR THE WAY THE STRONG SEAS SMITE US BLOW ON BLOW THE DECKS ARE LASHED WITH SPRAY HIGH CRESTED TOWER ABOVE THE SHIP THE WAVES WITH LIPS A FOAM BUT WELCOME EVERY PLUNGE AND DIP WHICH BRINGS US NEARER HOME
phonemes: nˈɪɹɚ hˈoʊm fˈɔːɹɾi θɹˈiː nˈɪɹɚ hˈoʊm ðə wˈɪnd ɪz lˈaɪk ɐn ˈɑːɹmd fˈoʊ, dɹˈɔːn ˌʌp tə bˈɑːɹ ðə wˈeɪ, ðə stɹˈɔŋ sˈiːz smˈaɪt ˌʌs blˈoʊ ˌɔn blˈoʊ, ðə dˈɛks ɑːɹ lˈæʃt wɪð spɹˈeɪ ; hˈaɪ kɹˈɛstᵻd tˈaʊɚɹ əbˌʌv ðə ʃˈɪp ðə wˈeɪvz wɪð lˈɪps ɐfˈoʊm, bˌʌt wˈɛlkʌm ˈɛvɹi plˈʌndʒ ænd dˈɪp wˌɪtʃ bɹˈɪŋz ˌʌs nˈɪɹɚ hˈoʊm.