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.
…
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.
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