When The Ship Comes In                                O the foes will rise with asleep set in their     
(Bob Dylan)                                           eyes, And they'll jerk from their beds and think  
                                                      they're dreamin'. But they'll pinch themselves    
O the time will come up when the wind will stop,      and squeal and they'll know that it's for real,   
And the breeze will cease to be breathin'. Like       The hour that the ship comes in.                  
a stillness in the wind 'fore the hurricane                                                             
begins. The hour that the ship comes in.              And they'll raise their hands sayin', "We'll      
                                                      meet all you demands." But will shout from the    
O the seas will split and the ship will hit, And      bow, "Your days are numbered." And like           
the sand on the shoreline will be shaking, And        Pharaoh's tribe they'll be found in the tide,     
the tide will sound and the waves will pound,         And like Goliath, they'll be conquered.           
And the morning will be breaking.                                                                       
                                                                                                        
O the fishes will laugh as they swim out of the                                                         
path, And the sea gulls , they'll 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 be busted                                                        
in the night, And be buried in the bottom of the                                                        
ocean.                                                                                                  
                                                                                                        
O a song will lift as the main sail 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 sand 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 '.