The evening is clear
As I stand by the pier
Looking over at Buncrana and Dunree
And as so often before
Oh, Bhrian, a stor
I Pray God that you're in Heaven
With the Star of the Sea
May you peacefully sleep
In the arms of the deep
May the sea that took your life
Now set you free
And in the dark of the night
With the wind at its height
May you guide the fearful sailor
Like the Star of the Sea