[Strophe]
      C              Em          F         C 
O the time will come up when the wind will stop, 
        Am          F           C 
And the breeze will cease to be breathin'. 
       C                Em             F           C 
Like a stillness in the wind 'fore the hurricane begins. 
    C             F    G     C 
The hour that the ship comes in.
[Strophe]
      Em                      F         C 
O the seas will split and the ship will hit, 
        Em          F                 C 
And the sand on the shoreline will be shaking, 
        C         Em            F          C 
And the tide will sound and the waves will pound, 
        C       F       G    C   F  C 
And the morning will be breaking.
[Strophe]
      C           Em            F               C 
O the fishes will laugh as they swim out of the path, 
        Am         F          C 
And the sea gulls, they'll be smiling. 
        C            Em        F       C 
And the rocks on the sand will proudly stand, 
    C             F      G   C 
The hour that the ship comes in.
[Strophe]
        Em             F           C 
And the words that are used for to get the ship confused, 
     Em           F               C 
Will not be understood as they're spoken. 
        C             Em          F             C 
For the chains of the sea will be busted in the night, 
       C             F             G  C   F  C 
And be buried in the bottom of the ocean.
[Strophe]
    C         Em          F         C 
O a song will lift as the main sail shifts, 
        Am   F                C 
And the boat drifts on to the shoreline. 
        C        Em            F           C 
And the sun will respect every face on the deck, 
    C             F      G   C 
The hour that the ship comes in.
[Strophe]
        Em                   F         C 
And the sand will roll out a carpet of gold, 
         Em    F            C 
For your weary toes to be a-touchin'. 
        C           Em         F             C 
And the ship's wise men will remind you once again, 
         C          F        G    C  F  C 
That the whole wide world is watchin'.
[Strophe]
      C         Em            F                  C 
O the foes will rise with the sleep set in their eyes, 
            Am              F                      C 
And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're dreamin'. 
        C                        Em                 F                  C 
But they'll pinch themselves and squeal and they'll know that it's for real, 
    C             F      G   C 
The hour that the ship comes in.
[Strophe]
            Em                               F            C 
And they'll raise their hands sayin', "We'll meet all you demands." 
         Em             F                   C 
But will shout from the bow, "Your days are numbered." 
         C         Em               F               C 
And like Pharaoh's tribe they'll be drownded in the tide, 
        C         F          G       C F C 
And like Goliath, they'll be conquered.