'When The Ship Comes In' by Dylan Bob - Guitar Tutorial

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From: Andrew Mullins 


                          When the Ship Comes In                  Bob Dylan


from the album The Times They Are A-Changin'

Chords:  G  D11? (x54030)  C  Em  C/B  D/A  D


G              	      D11         C           G  
Oh the time will come up when the winds will stop
        Em          C             G
And the breeze will cease to be a-breathin
         G                D11             C           G           
Like the stillness in the wind before the hurricane begins,
       G           D          G
 The hour that the ship comes in
        D11       C            G  
And the sea will split and the ships will hit
         D11           C                G
 And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking
       D11        		C          G                   
And the tide will sound and the waves will pound
         G      C    C/B   D/A  G
 And the morning will be a-breaking


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


submitted by Andrew Mullins
mullins@artsci.concordia.ca