Oh the time will come up
When the winds will stop
And the breeze will cease to be breathin .
Like the stillness in the wind
Fore the hurricane begins
The hour when the ship comes in.
Oh the seas will split
And the ship will hit
And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking.
Then the tide will sound
And the wind will pound
And the morning will be breaking.
Oh the fishes will laugh
As they swim out of the path
And the seagulls they ll be smiling.
And the rocks on the sand
Will proudly stand
The hour that the ship comes in.
And the words that are used
For to get the ship confused
Will not be understood as they re spoken.
For the chains of the sea
Will have busted in the night
And will be buried at the bottom of the ocean.
A song will lift
As the mainsail shifts
And the boat drifts on to the shoreline.
And the sun will respect
Every face on the deck
The hour that the ship comes in.
Then the sands will roll
Out a carpet of gold
For your weary toes to be a-touchin .
And the ship s wise men
Will remind you once again
That the whole wide world is watchin .
Oh the foes will rise
With the sleep still in their eyes
And they ll jerk from their beds and think they re dreamin .
But they ll pinch themselves and squeal
And know that it s for real
The hour when the ship comes in.
Then they ll raise their hands
Sayin we ll meet all your demands
But we ll shout from the bow your days are numbered.
And like Pharaoh s tribe
They ll be drownded in the tide
And like Goliaththey ll be conquered.

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