Dont mind the rain or the rolling sea,
The weary night never worried me.
But the hardest time in sailors day
Is to watch the sun as it dies away.
Heres 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 Noahs dove,
And Ill fly up harbour to the girl I love.
Heres one more day on the Grey Funnel Line.
Each time I gaze behind the screws
I wish I had Saint Peters shoes.
Then Id dance on down that silvery lane,
And rest in my true loves arms again.
Heres one more day on the Grey Funnel Line.
Oh Lord, if dreams were only real,
Then Id feel my hands on that wooden wheel.
And with all my heart Id turn her round
And tell the boys that were homeward bound.
Heres one more day on the Grey Funnel Line.
Ill pass the time like some machine
Until blue waters turn into green.
Then Ill dance on down that walk ashore,
And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more.
Heres one more day on the Grey Funnel Line.