Crossing the Bar

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, And 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, And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark! 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. Oooooooh Oooooooh Ooooooooh *Instrumental* For thou 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! 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!