(Bob Dylan)

Oh the time will come up when the wind will stop

And the breeze will cease to be breathin'

Like the stillness in the wind 'fore the hurricane begins

The hour that the ship comes in.



Oh the seas will split and the ship will hit

And the sand on the shoreline will be shakin'

And the tide will sound and the waves will pound

And the mornin' will be breakin'!



Oh the fishes will laugh as they swim out of the path

And the seagulls, they'll be smilin'

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.



Oh a song will lift as the mainsail shifts

And the boat drifts onto 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 a touchin'

And the ship's wise men will remind you once again

That the whole wide world is watchin'!



Of 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.



And 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 drownded in the tide

And like Goliath they'll be conquered!