The Grey Funnel Line

Don't mind the rain or the rolling sea

The weary night never worries me

But the hardest time in a sailor's day

Is to watch the sun as it dies away

And it's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line

The finest ship that sails the sea

Is still a prison for the likes of me

But give me wings like Noah's dove

I'd fly up harbour to the girl I love

And it's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line

Oh Lord, if dreams were only real

I'd have my hands on that wooden wheel

And with all my heart I'd turn her round

And tell the boys that we're homeward bound

And it's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line

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I'll pass the time like some machine

Until blue water turns to green

Then I'll dance on down that walk ashore

And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more

And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more