And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking
A song will lift as the mainsail shifts
And like pharaohs tribe they'll be drownded in the tide
The hour that the ship comes in
And the ships wise men will remind you once again
And the rocks on the sand will proudly stand
For your weary toes to be a-touchin'
For the chains of the sea will have busted in the night
And the sun will respect every face on the deck
And then the tide will sound and the wind will pound
But they'll pinch themselves and squeal and they'll know that it's for real
Like the stillness in the wind before the hurricane begins
Oh the foes will rise with the sleep still in their eyes
And the boat drifts on to the shoreline
And the seagulls they'll be smiling
The hour that the ship comes in
And will be buried at the bottom of the ocean
That the whole wide world is watchin'
But we'll shout from the bow your days are numbered"
And the morning will be breaking
Then the sands will roll out a carpet of gold
The hour when the ship comes in
Will not be understood as they're spoken
The fishes will laugh as they swim out of the path
Then they'll raise their hands sayin', "We'll meet all your demands
And the words that are used for to get the ship confused
The hour that the ship comes in
And the sea will split and the ship will hit
And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're dreamin'