text_original: [IS] Vigils ATONEMENT When a storm comes up at night and the wind is crying, When the trees are moaning like masts on labor  ing ships, I wake in fear and put out my hand to find you With your name on my lips.
text_transcription: BY SONYA ATONEMENT WHEN A STORM COMES UP AT NIGHT AND THE WIND IS CRYING WHEN THE TREES ARE MOANING LIKE MASTS ON LABOURING SHIPS I WAKE IN FEAR AND PUT OUT MY HAND TO FIND YOU WITH YOUR NAME ON MY LIPS
phonemes: [ɪz] vˈɪdʒɪlz ɐtˈoʊnmənt wɛn ɐ stˈɔːɹm kˈʌmz ˌʌp æt nˈaɪt ænd ðə wˈɪnd ɪz kɹˈaɪɪŋ, wˌɛn ðə tɹˈiːz ɑːɹ mˈoʊnɪŋ lˈaɪk mˈæsts ˌɔn lˈeɪbɚɹ ˈɪŋ ʃˈɪps, aɪ wˈeɪk ɪn fˈɪɹ ænd pˌʊt ˈaʊt maɪ hˈænd tə fˈaɪnd juː wɪð jʊɹ nˈeɪm ˌɔn maɪ lˈɪps.