Alba s touto skladbou:
Hollies Sing Dylan,
Pogue Mahone,
The Times They Are a-Changin',
A Song Will Rise,
Oh the time will come up when the wind will stop
And the breeze will cease to be breathin
Like the stillness in the wind fore the hurricane begins
The hour that the ship comes in.
Oh the seas will split and the ship will hit
And the sand on the shoreline will be shakin
And the tide will sound and the waves will pound
And the mornin will be breakin!
Oh the fishes will laugh as they swim out of the path
And the seagulls, theyll 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 theyre spoken
For the chains of the sea will have busted in the night
And be buried on the bottom of the ocean.
Oh 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 ships wise men will remind you once again
That the whole wide world is watchin!
Of the foes will rise with the sleep still in their eyes
And theyll jerk from their beds and think theyre dreamin
But theyll pinch themselves and squeal
And theyll know that its for real
The hour that the ship comes in.
And theyll raise their hands sayin
Well meet all your demands
But well shout from the bow your days are numbered!
And like pharaohs tribe theyll be drownded in the tide
And like goliath theyll be conquered!
