Prophecy For the Common Man

When the Ship Comes In
Bob Dylan

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 house when the ship comes in.
the seas will split and the ship will hit
and the sands on the shoreline will be shakin
then the tide will sound and the wind will pound
and the morning will be breaking.

the fishes will laugh as they swim out of the path
the seagulls they will be a'smiling
the rocks on the sand will proudly stand
the hour that the ship comes in.
the words that are used for to get the ship confused
will not be understood as they are 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 drifts on to the shoreline.
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
as the ship's wise men will remind you once again
that the whole wide world is watchin.

the foes will rise with the sleep still in their eyes
they'll jerk from their beds and think they're dreamin'
they'll pinch themselves and squeal and know that it's for real
the hour that the ship comes in
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 Pharoah's tribe, they'll be drowned in the tide
and like Goliath, they will be conquered.