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