text_original: Asleep, awake, by night or day. The friends I seek are seeking me; No wind can drive my bark astray, Nor change the tide of destiny. What matter if I stand alone? I wait with joy the coming years; My heart shall reap where it has sown, And garner up its fruit of tears.
text_transcription: ASLEEP AWAKE BY NIGHT OR DAY THE FRIENDS I SEEK ARE SEEKING ME NO WIND CAN DRIVE MY BARK ASTRAY NOR CHANGE THE TIDE OF DESTINY WHAT MATTER IF I STAND ALONE I WAIT WITH JOY THE COMING YEARS MY HEART SHALL REAP WHERE IT HAS SOWN AND GARNER UP ITS FRUIT OF TEARS
phonemes: ɐslˈiːp, ɐwˈeɪk, baɪ nˈaɪt ɔːɹ dˈeɪ. ðə fɹˈɛndz aɪ sˈiːk ɑːɹ sˈiːkɪŋ mˌiː; nˈoʊ wˈɪnd kæn dɹˈaɪv maɪ bˈɑːɹk ɐstɹˈeɪ, nˈɔːɹ tʃˈeɪndʒ ðə tˈaɪd ʌv dˈɛstɪni. wˌʌt mˈæɾɚ ɪf aɪ stˈænd ɐlˈoʊn? aɪ wˈeɪt wɪð dʒˈɔɪ ðə kˈʌmɪŋ jˈɪɹz; maɪ hˈɑːɹt ʃˌæl ɹˈiːp wˌɛɹ ɪt hɐz sˈoʊn, ænd ɡˈɑːɹnɚɹ ˌʌp ɪts fɹˈuːt ʌv tˈɪɹz.