Single-Handed Sailor

Two in the morning, dry dock town

The river rolls away in the night

Little gypsy moth, she's all tied down

She quiver in the wind and the light

Yeah, and the sailin' ship, just held down in chains

From the lazy days of sail

She's just a lyin' there in silent pain

He lean on the tourist rail

A mother and her baby, and the College of War

In the concrete graves

You never wanna fight against the river law

Nobody rules the waves

Yeah, and on a night when the lazy wind is wailin'

Around the Cutty Sark

The single handled sailor goes sailing

Sailin' away in the dark

He's up on the bridge on the self-same night

The mariner of dry dock land

Two in the morning, but there's one green light

And a man on a barge of sand

She's a-gonna step away below him

Away from things he's done

But he just shouts, "Hey man, what you call this thing?"

Could of said, "Pride of London"

On a night when the lazy wind is wailin'

Around the Cutty Sark

Yeah, the single handled sailor goes sailing

Sailin' away in the dark