When My Ship Comes In


A. W. AUNER, SONG PUBLISHER & PRINTER, Tenth and Race Sts., Philadelphia, Pa.

When My Ship Comes In

When my ship comes in, I will have me a home,
By the shore of the dark blue sea;
In the quiet depths of the shadowy woods,
Of the land of the brave and free.
I will build me a cot on the mossy cliff,
Where the breeze comes balmy and warm;
When winds are wild on the billowy sea,
In the beauty of night and storm.

For the wand’rer too, a retreat shall there be,
And a loaf for the hungry poor,
And misfortune’s children a welcome shall meet,
When they come to our open door;
And we’ll never forget all the loving care,
Whether weal or woe shall befall,
The protecting hand of the Friend ever near,
Of the Father and Friend of all.

As the months and years shall be rolling away,
Our endeavor and aim shall be,
All the wrong to shun and the right to pursue,
And a lesson to learn from the sea,
That if clouds and the storm and the wreck shall come,
We shall know that sorrow and pain,
Like the ocean storm, may endure for a night,
But the sunshine will come again.

A. W. AUNER’S CARD & JOB PRINTING ROOMS Tenth and Race Sts., Philadelphia, Pa.

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