When the Ship Comes In - Timothée Chalamet/Edward Norton

Lyrics by：Bob Dylan

Composed by：Bob Dylan

Produced by：Nick Baxter/Steven Gizicki/James Mangold

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

Before the hurricane begins

The hour that the ship comes in

And the sea will split

And the ships will hit

And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking

Then the tide will sound

And the waves will pound

And the mornin' will be a-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 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 that 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 Pharoah's tribe

They'll be drowned in the tide

And like Goliath they'll be conquered