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
Agus iad ag snámh as an gcosán
And the seagulls they’ll be smiling.
Agus na carraigeacha ar an gaineamh
Will proudly stand,
An uair a thagann an long isteach.
Agus na focail a úsáidtear
Chun a fháil ar an long mearbhall
Will not be understood as they’re spoken.
Le haghaidh slabhraí na farraige
Beidh busted san oíche
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,
An uair a thagann an long isteach.
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’.
Ó ardóidh na naimhde
With the sleep still in their eyes
And they’ll jerk from their beds and think they’re dreamin’.
Ach beidh siad pinch iad féin agus 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,
Agus cosúil le Goliath, beidh siad a conquered.