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by Bob Dylan |
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Oh the time will come up |
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When the winds will stop |
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And the breeze will cease to be a'breathin' |
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Like the stillness in the wind |
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Before the hurricane begins |
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The hour when the ship comes in |
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And the sea will split |
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And the ship will hit |
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And the shoreline sands will be a'shakin' |
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And the tide will sound |
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And the waves will pound |
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And the morning will be breakin' |
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Oh the fishes will laugh |
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As they swim out of the path |
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And the seagulls will be a'smilin' |
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And the rocks on the sand |
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Will proudly stand |
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The hour that the ship comes in |
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And the words that are used |
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For to get the ship confused |
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Will not be understood as they're spoken |
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For the chains of the sea |
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Will have busted in the night |
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And be buried at the bottom of the ocean |
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A song will lift, |
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As the mainsail shifts |
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And the boat drifts out to the shoreline |
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And the sun will respect |
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Every face on the deck |
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The hour that the ship comes in |
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And the sands will roll |
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Out a carpet of gold |
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For your weary toes to be a'touchin' |
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And the ship's wise men |
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Will remind you once again |
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That the whole wide world is watchin' |
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Oh the foe will rise |
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With the sleep still in their eyes |
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And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're dreamin' |
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And they'll pinch themselves and squeal |
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And they'll know that it's for real |
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The hour when the ship comes in |
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And they'll raise their hands |
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Sayin' "We'll meet all your demands" |
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And we'll shout from the bow "Your days are numbered" |
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And like the pharoah's triumph |
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They'll be drownded in the tide |
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Like Goliath they'll be conquered |