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

When I have crossed the bar

When I have crossed the bar

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