Gray Funnel Line
(Cyril Tawney)

Don't mind the wind nor 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 fades away

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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'll fly up harbor to the one I love

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There was a time my heart was free

Like a floating spar on the open sea

But now that spar is washed ashore

It comes to rest at my real love's door.

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Every time I gaze behind the screws

Makes me long for St Peter's shoes

I'd walk on down that silver lane

And take my love in my arms again

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Oh Lord, if dreams were only real

I'd have my hands on that wooden wheel

And with all my heart I would turn her 'round

And tell the boys that we're homeward bound

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I'll pass the time like some machine

Until blue water turns to green

Then I'll dance down that walk on shore

And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more.

And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more.