The Ship’s Coming In

Soft as the morning comes creeping to greet the new day
Fierce as an army advancing in battle array
Loud as a trumpet that shatters the earth and the sky
Quiet as a tear that appears in a true lover’s eye
For every true man who will stand with his face to the wind
The ship’s coming in

Black as a ribbon for mourning the death of a man
White as the snow that comes falling to cover the land
Silent and swift or as slow as the pace of a snail
Long as the time on the bars when a man is in jail
For every true man who will stand with his face to the wind
The ship’s coming in

Love is the joy and the sorrow of lover and friend
Dawn is the coming of day when the night has to end
Truth is the leavening out of the wrongs and the rights
Hope is a glimmer of light in the darkest of nights
For every true man who will stand with his face to the wind
The ship’s coming in