Bob Dylan When The Ship Comes In (live at Carnegie Hall New York City 1963) Lyrics
            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,
            And like Goliath, they'll be conquered.
        
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