Oh the time will come up When the winds will stop
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And the breeze will cease to be breathin'.
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Like the stillness in the wind
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'fore the hurricane begins,
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The hour when the ship comes in.
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Oh the seas will split
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And the ship will hit
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And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking.
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Then the tide will sound
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And the wind will pound
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And the morning will be breaking.
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Oh the fishes will laugh
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As they swim out of the path
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And the seagulls they’ll be smiling.
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And the rocks on the sand
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Will proudly stand,
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The hour that the ship comes in.
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And the words that are used
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For to get the ship confused
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Will not be understood as they’re spoken.
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For the chains of the sea
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Will have busted in the night
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And will be buried at the bottom of the ocean.
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A song will lift
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As the mainsail shifts
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And the boat drifts on to the shoreline.
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And the sun will respect
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Every face on the deck,
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The hour that the ship comes in.
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Then the sands will roll
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Out a carpet of gold
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For your weary toes to be a-touchin'.
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And the ship’s wise men |
Will remind you once again
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That the whole wide world is watchin'.
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Oh the foes will rise
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With the sleep still in their eyes
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And they’ll jerk from their beds and think they’re dreamin'.
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But they’ll pinch themselves and squeal
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And know that it’s for real,
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The hour when the ship comes in.
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Then they’ll raise their hands,
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Sayin' we’ll meet all your demands,
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But we’ll shout from the bow your days are numbered.
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And like pharaoh’s tribe,
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They’ll be drownded in the tide, |