When the Ship Comes In - Live at Carnegie Hall, New York, NY - October 1963

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 before the hurricane begins
 The hour that the ship comes in
 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, 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 be buried on the bottom of the ocean
 A song will lift as the mainsail shifts
 And the boat drifts onto the shoreline
 And the sun will respect every face on the deck
 The hour that the ships come in
 And the sands will roll out a carpet of gold
 For your weary toes to be a-touchin'
 And the ships' 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 dreaming
 But they'll pinch themselves and squeal and they'll know that it's for real
 The hour that the ships come in
 And they'll raise their hands, saying, "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 drowned in the tide
 And like Goliath they'll be conquered