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When the Ship Comes In

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Oh the [G]time will come [Bm]up   
When the [C/E]winds will [G]stop
And the [Em]breeze will [C]cease to be [G]breathin'.
Like the [G]stillness in the [Bm]wind   
Before the [C]hurricane be[G]gins,
The [G]hour that the [D]ship comes [G]in.  
And the [Bm]sea will split
And the [Am7]ship will [G]hit  
And the [Bm]sands on the[Am7] shoreline will be[G] shaking.
Then the [G]tide will [Bm]sound
And the [Am7]waves will[G] pound
And [G]the [G/B]morning [C]will [D]be   [C]a-  [Bm]bre   [A]a - [G]king.

The fis[G]hes will laugh [Bm]    
As they s[C/E]wim out of [G]the path
And the [Em]seagulls the[C]y'll be smil[G]ing.
And the r[G]ocks on the sand [Bm]    
Will proudl[C]y stand, [G]    
The [G]hour that the [D]ship comes [G]in.  
And the [Bm]words that are used
For to g[Am7]et the shi[G]p confused
Will [Em]not be under[C]stood as they're [G]spoken.
For the c[G]hains of t[Bm]he sea
Will hav[Am7]e busted i[G]n the night
And [G]be   [G/B]buried [C]at   [G/B]the     [D]bottom [C]of   [Bm]the    [A]o - [G]cean.

A song [G]will lift [Bm]    
As the ma[C/E]insail shif[G]ts  
And the [Em]boat drifts [C]on to the sh[G]oreline.
And the s[G]un will respect [Bm]    
The every f[C]ace on the d[G]eck,
The [G]hour that the [D]ship comes [G]in.  
Then the[Bm] sands will roll
Out a ca[Am7]rpet of go[G]ld  
For your [Em]weary [C]toes to be a-[G]touchin'.
And the s[G]hip's wise[Bm] men   
Will rem[Am7]ind you on[G]ce again
[G]That [G/B]the     [C]who  [G/B]le     [D]wide [C]world [Bm]is    [A]wa - [G]tchin'.

Oh the [G]foes will rise [Bm]    
With the [C/E]sleep still[G] in their eyes
And they[Em]'ll jerk fro[C]m their beds[G] and think they're dreamin'.
But they'[G]ll pinch themselv[Bm]es and squeal
And they'll[C] know that i[G]t's for real,
The [G]hour that the [D]ship comes [G]in.  
Then the[Bm]y'll raise their hands,
Sayin' w[Am7]e'll meet [G]all your demands,
But we'l[Bm]l shout from[Am7] the bow your days[G] are numbered.
And like [G]Pharaoh's [Bm]tribe,
They'll [Am7]be drownde[G]d in the tide,
[G]And [G/B]like     [C]Goli[G/B]ath,     [D]they'll [C]be   [Bm]con   [A]quer[G]ed.  

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
Before the hurricane begins,
The hour that the ship comes in.
And the sea 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
And the morning will be a-brea - king.

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 be buried at the bottom of the o - cean.

A song will lift
As the mainsail shifts
And the boat drifts on to the shoreline.
And the sun will respect
The 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 wa - tchin'.

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 they'll 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 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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