WHEN THE SHIP COMES IN
(Bob Dylan)
Oh the time will come when the winds will stop
And the breeze will cease to be breathing
Like a stillness in the wind 'fore the hurricane begins
The hour that the ship comes in.
Then the sea will split and the ship will hit
And the sands on the shore line will be shaking
Then the tide will sound and the waves will pound
And the morning will be breaking.
O 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...
And the words that are used for to get the ship confused
Will not be understood as they are 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 on to the shoreline
And the sun will respect every face on the deck, the hour...
Then the sands will roll out a carpet of gold
For your weary toes to be a touching
And the ship's wise men will remind you once again
That the whole wide world is watching.
Oh the foes will rise with the sleep still in their eyes
And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're dreaming
But they'll pinch themselves and squeal
As they know that it's for real, the hour...
Then they'll raise their hands saying 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 drowned in the tide
And like Goliath they'll be conquered.
Copyright Warner Bros.
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WHEN THE SHIP COMES IN
(Bob Dylan)
Oh the time will come when the winds will stop
And the breeze will cease to be breathing
Like a stillness in the wind 'fore the hurricane begins
The hour that the ship comes in.
Then the sea will split and the ship will hit
And the sands on the shore line will be shaking
Then the tide will sound and the waves will pound
And the morning will be breaking.
O 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...
And the words that are used for to get the ship confused
Will not be understood as they are 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 on to the shoreline
And the sun will respect every face on the deck, the hour...
Then the sands will roll out a carpet of gold
For your weary toes to be a touching
And the ship's wise men will remind you once again
That the whole wide world is watching.
Oh the foes will rise with the sleep still in their eyes
And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're dreaming
But they'll pinch themselves and squeal
As they know that it's for real, the hour...
Then they'll raise their hands saying 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 drowned in the tide
And like Goliath they'll be conquered.
Copyright Warner Bros.
(Bob Dylan)
Oh the time will come when the winds will stop
And the breeze will cease to be breathing
Like a stillness in the wind 'fore the hurricane begins
The hour that the ship comes in.
Then the sea will split and the ship will hit
And the sands on the shore line will be shaking
Then the tide will sound and the waves will pound
And the morning will be breaking.
O 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...
And the words that are used for to get the ship confused
Will not be understood as they are 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 on to the shoreline
And the sun will respect every face on the deck, the hour...
Then the sands will roll out a carpet of gold
For your weary toes to be a touching
And the ship's wise men will remind you once again
That the whole wide world is watching.
Oh the foes will rise with the sleep still in their eyes
And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're dreaming
But they'll pinch themselves and squeal
As they know that it's for real, the hour...
Then they'll raise their hands saying 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 drowned in the tide
And like Goliath they'll be conquered.
Copyright Warner Bros.