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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Chieftains
The Chieftains
Performer
The Decemberists
The Decemberists
Performer
Paddy Moloney
Paddy Moloney
Uilleann Pipes
Colin Meloy
Colin Meloy
Acoustic Guitar
Jenny Conlee
Jenny Conlee
Accordion
Kevin Conneff
Kevin Conneff
Bodhrán Drum
Matt Molloy
Matt Molloy
Flute
Nate Query
Nate Query
Bass
Sean Keane
Sean Keane
Fiddle
Triona Marshall
Triona Marshall
Harp
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Songwriter
Paddy Moloney
Paddy Moloney
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
T Bone Burnett
T Bone Burnett
Producer
Paddy Moloney
Paddy Moloney
Producer
Brian Masterson
Brian Masterson
Engineer
Mike Piersante
Mike Piersante
Engineer
Tucker Martine
Tucker Martine
Engineer

Lyrics

Oh, the time will come when the winds will stop And the breeze will cease to be breathin' Like the stillness in the wind before the hurricane begins The hour when the ship comes in Oh, the seas will split and the ship will hit And the sands on the shoreline will be shakin' And the tide will sound and the winds will pound And the morning will be a-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 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 be buried at the bottom of the ocean A song will lift as the mainsail shifts And the boat drifts out onto 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 weary 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 when the ship comes in And 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 pharaoh's triumph they'll be drownded in the tide Like Goliath they'll be conquered
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