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Brea King

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 that the ship comes in.
Oh the sea will split
And the ship will hit
And the shoreline's sands will be a-shaking.
Then the tide will sound
And the waves will pound
And the morning will be Brea King.


The fishes will laugh
As they swim out of the path
And the seagulls join
the rocks on the sand (will proudly stand)
The hour that the ship comes in
The crew within that are used
For to get the ship confused
Will not be understood
Will not be spoken
For the chains of the sea
Will have busted in the night
And be buried at the bottom
of the ocean, Brea King.

A song will lift
As the main sail 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
Then the sands will roll
Out a carpet of gold
For your weary toes to be a-touching
And the ship's wise man
will remind you once again
That the whole wide world is watchin', Brea King

Oh the foes that will rise
With the sleep still in their eyes
And jerk up from their beds
And they'll think that we're dead
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 shall raise their hands,
Sayin', "We'll meet all your demands!"
But we'll shout bow and starboard, "Your days are numbered!
And like Summer's long tribe
You'll be drowned in the tide
of darkness and nothing, and like
the giants, you shall be conquered, Brea King!"

Created by Janna Oakfellow-Pushee at 04-29-15 03:47 PM
Last Modified by Janna Oakfellow-Pushee at 04-29-15 03:47 PM