Day is ended, dim my eyes,
but journey long before me lies.
Farewell, friends! I hear the call.

The ship's beside the stony wall.
Foam is white and waves are grey;
beyond the sunset leads my way.

Foam is salt, the wind is free;
I hear the rising of the Sea.


Farewell, friends! The sails are set,
the wind is east, the moorings fret.
Shadows long before me lie,

beneath the ever-bending sky,
but islands lie behind the Sun
that I shall raise ere all is done;

lands there are to west of West,
where night is quiet and sleep is rest.


Guided by the Lonely Star,
beyond the utmost harbour-bar,
I'll find the heavens fair and free,

and beaches of the Starlit Sea.
Ship, my ship! I seek the West,
and fields and mountains ever blest.

Farewell to Middle-earth at last.
I see the Star above my mast!