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.
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'd fly up harbour to the one I love.
Here's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line.

Of 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.
Here'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.