Grey Funnel Line

Words & Music by Cyril Tawney
(Recorded by POLES APART on The Song Goes On)

Don’t mind the rain, nor the rollin’ sea, the weary night never bothers me,
But the hardest time in a 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 sails the sea, is still a prison to the likes of me,
But give me wings like Noah’s dove, I’ll fly up harbour to the girl I love.

There was a time my heart was free, like a floatin’ spar on the open-sea,
But now that spar is washed ashore, it comes to rest at my real love’s door.

Each time I gaze behind the screws, I wish I was in old Peter’s shoes,
Then I’d walk on down that silvery lane and take my love in my arms again.

Oh Lord, if dreams were only real, I’d put my hand on that wooden wheel,
And with all my heart I’d turn her round, and tell the boys: “We’re homeward bound!”

I’ll pass the time like some machine, until the blue water turns to green,
Then I’ll dance on down that walk-ashore, and sail the Grey Funnel Line no more.
No More Funnel Line!

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