and the breeze will cease to be breathin',
like the stillness in the wind 'fore the hurricane begin
the hour that the ship comes in.
And the sea will split, and the ships will hit,
and the sands on the shoreline will be shaking
Then the tide will sound, and the waves will pound,
and the morning will be a-breaking.
Oh, the fishes will laugh, as they swim out of the path
And the seagulls will be a-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 o' gold
for your weary toes to be a-touching
And the ship's wise men will remind you once again
that the whole wide world is watching.
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Oh, the foes will rise with the sleep still in their eyes
And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're dreaming
But they'll pinch themselves and squeal and they'll know that it's for real,
the hour that the ship comes in.
Then they'll raise their hands, saying, 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.