And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar
May there be no moaning of the bar
Twilight and evening bell
And may there be no sadness of farewell
May there be no sadness of farewell
But such a tide as moving seems asleep
Too full for sound and foam
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
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. More from Robin & Linda Williams