When the ship comes in
Oh the time will come upWhen the winds will stopAnd the breeze will cease to be breathin'.Like the stillness in the windBefore the hurricane begins,The hour that the ship comes in.
Then the sea will splitAnd the ships will hitAnd the sands on the shoreline will be shaking.Then the tide will soundAnd the waves will poundAnd the morning will be breaking.
The fishes will laughAs they swim out of the pathAnd the seagulls they'll be a-smilin'.And the rocks on the sandWill proudly stand,The hour that the ship comes in.
And the words that are usedFor to get the ship confusedWill not be understood as they're spoken.For the chains of the seaWill have busted in the nightAnd be buried on the bottom of the ocean.
A song will liftAs the mainsail shiftsAnd the boat drifts on to the shoreline.And the sun will respectEvery face on the deck,The hour that the ship comes in.
Then the sands will rollOut a carpet of goldFor your weary toes to be a-touchin'.And the ship's wise menWill remind you once againThat the whole wide world is watchin'.
Oh the foes will riseWith the sleep still in their eyesAnd they'll jerk from their beds and think they're dreamin'.But they'll pinch themselves and squealAnd they'll know that it's for real,The hour that the ship comes in.
And 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 Goliath, they'll be conquered.