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 before the
hurricane begins
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
And the tide will sound
and the waves
will pound and the
morning will be
a-breaking
The fishes will laugh
as they swim out
of the path
And the seagulls
they'll 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 be buried on 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 they'll know
that it's for real
The hour that 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 drowned
in the tide and like
Goliath they'll
be conquered