Oh the time [bad word] 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 hours when the [bad word] ind. 

And 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 [bad word] 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. 

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 [bad word] 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 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 that the [bad word] 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 Pharaoh's tribe 
They'll be drownded in the tide 
And like Goliath, they'll be conquered.