When the Ships Come

© Words and music by Ray Scudero. All rights reserved.

They were two years sailing outside the sight of land, running short of food and water below,
When the captain to the deck called every hand as the hurricane started to blow.
They had knocked their reefing down when a wave like a mountain hit the bow like a bomb in a war,
Blowing the front hatch open, taking sea like a fountain, and they knew they couldn’t stand any more.

Until the ships came, filling the sea with their wakes and the sky with sail,
Swinging davits over and lowering the lifeboats down by the leeward rail.
They were going down for the third time, going down for the third time,
Going down for the third time when the ships came.

Six days sailing in a night that doesn’t end and one day’s ration to go.
Half the crew gone under in the howling wind and another quarter dying slow.
Some know how to pray and some are learning how, some are staring at the empty air,
But there’s a sail on the horizon off the starboard bow and the sky’s lighting up with a flare.

And then the ships came, filling the sea with their wakes and the sky with sail,
Swinging davits over and lowering the lifeboats down by the leeward rail.
They were going down for the third time, going down for the third time,
Going down for the third time when the ships came.

People come through hell and live to tell you the tale, and some never make it through.
A few will learn the lesson where the others will fail when there’s everything and nothing to do.
Though we go on living and we try it again, we’re all sailing on in this sea,
And when the boat is beaten down by the hurricane, we’ll find out who the survivors will be ...

When the ships come, filling the sea with their wakes and the sky with sail,
Swinging davits over and lowering the lifeboats down by the leeward rail.
We’ll be going down for the third time, going down for the third time,
Going down for the third time when the ships come.




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