Oh, the time will come up
When the winds will stop
The breeze will cease to be breathing
Like the stillness in the wind
'Fore 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 shore will be shaking
Then the tide will sound
And the wind will pound
And the morning will be breaking

The fishes will laugh
As they swim out of the path
The seagulls they will be smiling
The rocks on the sand
Will proudly stand
The hour that the ship comes in

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
The boat that drifts on to the shore line
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-touching
And the ship's wise men
Will remind you once again
That the whole wide world is watching

The foes will rise
With the sleep still in their eyes
Jerk from their beds and think they're still dreaming
But they'll pinch themselves and squeel
And know that it's for real
The hour that the ship comes in

They'll raise their hands
Saying we'll meet all your demands
Shout from the bow your days are numbered
Like Pharaoh's tribe
They'll be drownded in the tide
Like Goliath they'll be conquered