When the Ship Comes In
Oh, the time will come when the winds will stop
And the breeze will cease to be breathin'
Like the stillness in the wind before 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 shakin'
And the tide will sound and the winds will pound
And the morning will be a-breakin'
Oh, the fishes will laugh as they swim out of the path
And the seagulls, they'll be smilin'
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 are spoken
For the chains of the sea
Will have busted in the night
And be buried at the bottom of the ocean
A song will lift as the mainsail shifts
And the boat drifts out onto the shoreline
And the sun will respect every face on the deck
The hour that the ship comes in
And 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 they'll know that it's for real
The hour when 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 triumph they'll be drownded in the tide
Like Goliath they'll be conquered
And the breeze will cease to be breathin'
Like the stillness in the wind before 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 shakin'
And the tide will sound and the winds will pound
And the morning will be a-breakin'
Oh, the fishes will laugh as they swim out of the path
And the seagulls, they'll be smilin'
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 are spoken
For the chains of the sea
Will have busted in the night
And be buried at the bottom of the ocean
A song will lift as the mainsail shifts
And the boat drifts out onto the shoreline
And the sun will respect every face on the deck
The hour that the ship comes in
And 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 they'll know that it's for real
The hour when 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 triumph they'll be drownded in the tide
Like Goliath they'll be conquered
Credits
Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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