Sunset and evening star
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar
When I put out to sea
When I put out to sea
When I put out to sea
May there be no moaning of the bar
When I put out to sea
Twilight and evening bell
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell
When I embark
When I embark
When I embark
May there be no sadness of farewell
When I embark
But such a tide as moving seems asleep
Too full for sound and foam
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home
Turns again home
Turns again home
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home
For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar