The Grey Funnel Line
Cyril Tawney
Don't mind the rain or the rolling sea
The weary night never worries me
But the hardest time in sailor's day
Is to watch the sun as it dies away
It's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line
The finest ship that sailed 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
It's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line
Every time I gaze behind the screws
Makes me long for old Peter's shoes
I'd walk right down that silver lane
And take my love in my arms again
It's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line
There was a time my heart was free
Like a floating spar on the open sea
But now the spar is washed ashore
It comes to rest at my real love's door
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
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