When the Ship Comes In Bob Dylan
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When the Ship Comes In
When the Ship Comes In
Words and music Bob Dylan
Released on The Times They Are A-changin' (1964)
Tabbed by Eyolf Østrem
Album version
G Bm'
Oh the time will come up
When the [C/E]winds will [G]stop
And the [Em]breeze will [C]cease to be [G]breathin'.
G Bm'
Like the stillness in the wind
Before the [C]hurricane be[G]gins,
The [G]hour that the [D]ship comes [G]in.
Bm'
And the sea will split
And the [Am7]ship will [G]hit
Bm' Am7 G
And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking.
G Bm'
Then the tide will sound
And the [Am7]waves will[G] pound
And the [G]morning [/B]will [/C]be a-[D]br[/C]ea [/B-a] - [G]king.
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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 [Em]not be under[C]stood as they're [G]spoken.
For the chains of the sea
Will have busted in the night
And be [G]buried [/B]at the [C]bottom [/B]of the [D]o [/C] -[/B-a] [G]cean.
A song will lift
As the mainsail shifts
And the boat drifts on to the shoreline.
And the sun will respect
The every face on the deck,
The hour that the ship comes in.
Then the sands will roll
Out a carpet of gold
For your [Em]weary [C]toes to be a-[G]touchin'.
And the ship's wise men
Will remind you once again
That the [G]whole w[/B]ide [C]world [/B]is [D]wa [/C] [/B-a]- [G]tchin'.
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.
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.
The Bootleg Series 1-3 version
Played on the piano, in basically the same way as the guitar
version. I had to tune the guitar up a little bit; he may have played
it in Ab major, since he likes the black keys on the piano.
Oh the [G]time will come [Bm]up
When the [C]winds will [G]stop
And the [G]breeze will [Bm]cease to be [G]breathin'.
Like the [G]stillness in the [Bm]wind
'Fore the [Em]hurri[C]cane be[G]gins,
The [G]hour that the [D]ship [C/A]comes [G]in.
Oh the [Bm]sea will split
And the [C]ship will [G]hit
And the shoreline's [Bm]sands will be a-[G]shaking.
Then the [G]tide will [Bm]sound
And the [C]waves will [G]pound
And the [G]mor[/A]ning [/B]will [/C]be [D]bre[D11/A]a - [G]king.
Tabbed by Eyolf Østrem - dylanchords.info
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