Song | When The Ship Comes In |
Artist | Bob Dylan |
Album | The Bootleg Series Vol. 9 - The Witmark Demos: 1962-1964 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Dylan | |
When The Ship Comes In | |
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 hour when the ship comes in | |
Oh the seas will split | |
And the ship will hit | |
And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking | |
Then the tide will sound | |
And the wind will pound | |
And the morning will be breaking | |
Oh the fishes will laugh | |
As they swim out of the path | |
And the seagulls they’ll be smiling | |
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 | |
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 | |
And 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’ | |
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 know that it’s for real | |
The hour when the ship comes in | |
Then 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 drownded in the tide | |
And like Goliath, they’ll be conquered |
zuo ci : Dylan | |
When The Ship Comes In | |
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 hour when the ship comes in | |
Oh the seas will split | |
And the ship will hit | |
And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking | |
Then the tide will sound | |
And the wind will pound | |
And the morning will be breaking | |
Oh the fishes will laugh | |
As they swim out of the path | |
And the seagulls they' ll be smiling | |
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 | |
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 | |
And 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 atouchin' | |
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 know that it' s for real | |
The hour when the ship comes in | |
Then 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 drownded in the tide | |
And like Goliath, they' ll be conquered |
zuò cí : Dylan | |
When The Ship Comes In | |
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 hour when the ship comes in | |
Oh the seas will split | |
And the ship will hit | |
And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking | |
Then the tide will sound | |
And the wind will pound | |
And the morning will be breaking | |
Oh the fishes will laugh | |
As they swim out of the path | |
And the seagulls they' ll be smiling | |
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 | |
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 | |
And 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 atouchin' | |
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 know that it' s for real | |
The hour when the ship comes in | |
Then 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 drownded in the tide | |
And like Goliath, they' ll be conquered |