Текст: Hollies. When The Ship Comes In.

Oh, the time will come up when the wind will stop
And the breeze will cease to be breathin'
Like the stillness in the wind 'fore the hurricane begins
The hour when the ship comes in

Oh, the seas will split and the ship will hit
And the shoreline sands will be shakin'
Then the tide will sound and the wind will pound
And the mornin' will be breakin'

Oh, the fishes will laugh as they swim out of the path
And the seagulls, they'll be smilin'
And the rocks on the sand will proudly stand
The hour that the ship comes in

And the words they 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 at the bottom of the ocean

Oh, the seas will split and the ship will hit
And the shoreline sands will be shakin'
Then the tide will sound and the wind will pound
And the mornin' will be breakin'

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 when the ship comes in

Then the sands will roll out a carpet of gold
For your weary toes to be a touchin'
And the ship's wise men will remind you once again
That the whole wide world is watchin'