| 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
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| 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, |