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    rangerteeple

    On the morning of the disastrous 1972 election, one of George McGovern's daughters sang this song to her father.  Thirty-Eight LONG years we can sing it and know that it has come to pass.  This is what I heard in my head on the corner of Pike & Broadway in Seattle in the midst of the jubilant crowd.

    The whole wide world is watching!

    When The Ship Comes In
    Bob Dylan

    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.
    T
    hen 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 Pharaoh's tribe,
    They'll be drownded in the tide,
    And like Goliath, they'll be conquered.

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