THE GREY FUNNEL LINE (Cyril Tawney/m.c.p.s.)
Don’t mind the rain or the rolling sea,
The weary night never bothers me
The saddest time in a sailor’s day
Is to watch the sun as it sinks away
Its’ one more day on the Grey Funnel Line
Just one more day, On the Grey Funnel Line
The finest ship that sailed the sea
Is but a prison for the likes of me.
If I had wings like Noah’s dove,
I’d fly up harbour to the one I love.
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 true love’s door
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
Oh Lord, if dreams were only real,
I’d put my back on that wooden wheel
And with all my heart I’d turn her round
And tell my friends, boys we’re homeward bound.
I’ll pass the time like some machine
Until blue water turns to green.
I’ll dance on down that walk ashore
And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more
And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more.