Oh the time will come up
When the winds will stop
And the breeze will cease to be a breezin'
Like the stillness in the wind
For the hurricane begins
The hour when the ship comes in

Oh the seas will split
And the ship will hit
And the shoreline sands will be shaken
Then the tide will sound and the wind will pound
And the morning will be breakin'

Oh the fishes will laugh
As they swim out of the path
And the seagulls they'll be smilin'
And the rocks on the sand
Will proudly stand
The hour that the ship comes in

And the words they use
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

Oh the seas will split
And the ship will hit
And the shoreline sands will be shaken
Then the tide will sound and the wind will pound
And the morning will be breakin'

A song will lift as the main sail shifts
And the boat drifts onto the shoreline
And the sun will respect every face on the deck
The hour when the ship comes in
Then the sands will roll out a carpet of gold
For your weary toes to be a touchin'
And the ships wise men will remind you once again
That the whole wide world is watchin'