| G | Bm | C | G | |
| Oh the time will come | up when the | winds will s | top |
| Em | C | G | |
| And the | breeze will | cease to be a- | breathin |
| G | Bm | C | G | |
| Like the | stillness in the | wind before the | hurricane be | gins, |
| G | D | G | |
| The ho | ur that the | ship comes | in |
| Bm | C | G | |
| And the | sea will s | plit and the | ships will hit |
| Bm | C | G | |
| And the | sands on the s | horeline will be | shaking |
| Bm | C | G | |
| And the | tide will sound and the w | aves will p | ound |
| G | C | C/B | D/A | G | |
| And the | morning | will | be a- | break | ing |
| Oh the fishes will laugh as they swim out of the path |
| And the seagulls will be a-smilin' |
| 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 |
| Oh 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 main sail shifts |
| And the boat drifts unto the shoreline |
| And the sun will respect every face on the deck |
| The hour that the ship comes in |
| And the sands will roll out a carpet of gold |
| For your wearied toes to be a-touchin' |
| And the ship's 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 dreamin' |
| But they'll pinch themselves and squeal |
| And they'll know that it's for real, |
| The hour that the ship comes in |
| And they'll raise their hands |
| Sayin' we'll meet all you demands |
| But we'll shout from the bow |
| Your days are numbered |
| And like Pharoah's tribe they'll be drownded in the tide |
| And like Goliath they'll be conquered |
inever use BM i use D and it sounds much better and flowes along nice and easy. it works for me people.