by bob dylan oh the time will come up when the winds will stop and the breeze will cease to be a breathin like the stillness in the wind before the hurricane begins the hour when the ship comes in and the sea will split and the ship will hit and the shoreline sands will be a shakin and the tide will sound and the waves will pound and the morning will be breakin oh the fishes will laugh as they swim out of the path and the seagulls will be a 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 at the bottom of the ocean a song will lift as the mainsail shifts and the boat drifts out to 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 oh the foe will rise with the sleep still in their eyes and they ll jerk from their beds and think they re dreamin and they ll pinch themselves and squeal and they ll know that it s for real the hour when the ship comes in and they ll raise their hands sayin we ll meet all your demands and we ll shout from the bow your days are numbered and like the pharoah s triumph they ll be drownded in the tide like goliath they ll be conquered