1 Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning bar
When I put out to sea,
When I put out to sea.
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,
Turns again home.
2 Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sad farewell
When I, when I embark,
When I, when I embark.
For tho’ 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,
When I have crossed,
When I have crossed,
Crossed the bar.