When The Ship Comes In
Bob Dylan
Oh, the Ctime will come Emup when the Fwind will Cstop,
And the Ambreeze will Fcease to be Cbreathin'.
Like a Cstillness in the Emwind before the Fhurricane Cbegins.
The Chour that the Fship Gcomes Cin.
And the Emseas will split and the Fship will Chit,
And the Emsands on the Fshoreline will be Cshaking,
And the Ctide will Emsound and the Fwaves will Cpound,
And the Cmorning Fwill be GbreakCing.FC
Oh, the Cfishes will Emlaugh as they Fswim out of the Cpath,
And the Amsea gulls, Fthey'll be Csmiling.
And the Crocks on the Emsand will Fproudly Cstand,
The Chour that the Fship Gcomes Cin.
And the Emwords that are Fused for to Cget the ship confused,
Will Emnot be undersFtood as they're Cspoken.
For the Cchains of the Emsea will have Fbusted in the Cnight,
And be Cburied in the Fbottom of the GoceCan.FC
A Csong will Emlift as the Fmain sail Cshifts,
And the Amboat Fdrifts on to the Cshoreline.
And the Csun will Emrespect every Fface on the Cdeck,
The Chour that the Fship Gcomes Cin.
Then the Emsands will roll out a Fcarpet of Cgold,
For your Emweary Ftoes to be a-Ctouchin'.
And the Cship's wise Emmen will Fremind you once Cagain,
That the Cwhole wide Fworld is GwatchCin'F.C
Oh, the Cfoes will Emrise with the Fsleep still in their Ceyes,
And they'll Amjerk from their Fbeds and think they're Cdreamin'.
But theyC'll pinch themselves and Emsqueal and they'll Fknow that it's for Creal,
The Chour that the Fship Gcomes Cin.
Then they'll Emraise their hands sayin', "We'll Fmeet all your Cdemands."
But we'll Emshout from the Fbow, "Your days are Cnumbered."
And like CPharaoh's Emtribe they'll be Fdrownded in the Ctide,
And like CGoliath, Fthey'll be GconquereCd.FC