Letras:Pogues, The. When The Ship Comes In.

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Oh the time will come up

When the winds will stop

And the breeze will cease to be breathin'

Like the stillness in the wind

'Fore the hurricane begins

The hour when the ship comes in



Oh the seas will split

And the ship will hit

And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking

Then the tide will sound

And the wind 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 they're spoken

For the chains of the sea

Will have busted in the night

And will be buried at the bottom of the ocean



A song will lift

As the mainsail shifts

And the boat that drifts on to the shore line

And the sun will respect

Every face on the deck

The hour that the ship comes in



Then the sands will roll

Out a carpet of gold

For your weary 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 still dreamin'

But they'll pinch themselves and squeel

And know that it's for real

The hour that the ship comes in



Then they'll raise their hands

Sayin' 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 drownded in the tide

And like Goliath they'll be conquered