| Oh the time will come up When the winds 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 wind will pound | 
| And the morning will be breaking. | 
| Oh the fishes will laugh | 
| As they swim out of the path | 
| And the seagulls 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 have busted in the night | 
| And will be buried at the bottom of the ocean. | 
| A song will lift | 
| As the mainsail 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. | 
| Then 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 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 know that it’s for real, | 
| The hour when the ship comes in. | 
| Then 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, |