oh the time will come up when the waves 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 waves will pound the morning will be breaking oh the fishes will laugh as they swim out of the path the seagulls they ll be smiling 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 will be buried at the bottom of the ocean a song will lift as the mainsail shifts the boat it drifts on to the shoreline 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 touchin and the ship s wise men will remind us again the whole wide world is watchin the foes will rise with the sleep still in their eyes jerk from their beds and think they re still dreamin they ll pinch themselves and squeal and know that it s for real the hour that the ship comes in  then they ll raise their hands sayin we ll meet all your demands but we ll shout from the bows your days are numbered and like pharaoh s tribe they ll be drownded in the tide like goliath they ll be conquered