Then the sands will roll out a carpet of gold
And the shoreline sands will be shakin'
Oh, the seas will split and the ship will hit
Then the tide will sound and the wind will pound
And be buried at the bottom of the ocean
Then the tide will sound and the wind will pound
A song will lift as the mainsail shifts
Will not be understood as they're spoken
And the words they used for to get the ship confused
For the chains of the sea will have busted in the night
The hour that the ship comes in
The hour when the ship comes in
For your weary toes to be a touchin'
And the shoreline sands will be shakin'
And the seagulls, they'll be smilin'
Oh, the fishes will laugh as they swim out of the path
And the sun will respect every face on the deck
And the mornin' will be breakin'
And the boat drifts onto the shoreline
And the ship's wise men will remind you once again
The hour when the ship comes in
And the mornin' will be breakin'
And the rocks on the sand will proudly stand
Oh, the seas will split and the ship will hit
Like the stillness in the wind 'fore the hurricane begins
