The Grey Funnel Line

Don't mind the rain or the rolling sea,
The weary night never worried me.
But the hardest time in sailor's day
Is to watch the sun as it dies away.

Here'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,
and I'll fly up harbour to the girl I love.

Here's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line.

Each time I gaze behind the screws
I wish I had Saint Peter's shoes.
Then I'd dance on down that silvery lane,
And rest in my true love's arms again.

Here's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line.

Oh Lord, if dreams were only real,
Then I'd feel 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.

Here's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line.

I'll pass the time like some machine
Until blue waters turn into green.
Then I'll dance on down that walk ashore,
And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more.

Here's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line.