was slain.
Oh the time will come up when the winds will
stop and the breeze will cease to be breathing
like the stillness in the wind before the hurricane begins.
The hour that the ship comes in and the sea
will split and the ships will hit and the
sands on the shoreline will be shaking and
the tide will sound and the waves 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 the spoken for the
chains of the sea will have busted in
the night and be buried on the bottom of the ocean.
A song will lift as the mainsail shifts and the boat
drifts onto the shoreline and the sun will respect
every face on the deck the hour that the ships come in.
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 and they'll
know that it's for real the hour that the ships come in
and 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.
Thank you very much.