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   '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 shoreline will be shaking.   Then the tide will sound   And the wind will pound   And the morning will be breaking.      Oh the fishes will laugh   As they swim out of the path   And the seagulls they'll be smiling.   And the rocks on the sands   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 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 know that it's for real,   The hour when 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.