Oh the time will come up

When the winds will stop

And the breeze will cease to be breathing

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 shore will be shaking

And the tide will sound

Then the winds will pound

And the morning will be breaking



Oh the fishes will laugh

As they swim out of the path

And the seagulls will 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



And the sands will roll

Out a carpet of gold

For your weary toes to be touching

And the ship's wise men

Will remind you once again

That the whole wide world is watching