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 a-breaking
Oh the fishes will laugh as
they swim out of the path
And the seagulls will be a-smilin'
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
Oh 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 main
sail shifts
And the boat drifts unto the
shoreline
And the sun will respect every
face on the deck
The hour that the ship comes
in
And the sands will roll out
a carpet of gold
For your wearied 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 they'll know that it's
for real,
The hour that the ship comes
in
And they'll raise their hands
Sayin' we'll meet all you
demands
But we'll shout from the bow
Your days are numbered
And like Pharoah's tribe they'll
be drownded in the tide
And like Goliath they'll be
conquered
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