[Intro]
An old sail lifts in evening flame,
The sea still calls my name.

[Poem]
It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy'd
Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone.

[Refrain]
Beyond the sunset, beyond the foam,
The heart still seeks its farther home.
To strive, to seek, to find the star,
And not to yield, however far.

[Poem]
Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.

[Instrumental Interlude]

[Poem]
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

[Bridge]
Let the old sail rise, let the strings grow wide,
Let the western stars become the tide.
No harsh battle, no broken cry,
Only brave hearts under the sky.

[Final Refrain]
Beyond the sunset, beyond the foam,
The heart still seeks its farther home.
To strive, to seek, to find the star,
And not to yield, however far.

[Outro]
The sail grows small, the stars are bright,
Still we go into the night.