Cyril Tawney - The Grey Funnel Line | Текст песни

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Don't mind the rain or the rolling sea
The weary nights never trouble me
But the hardest time on a sailor's day
Is to watch the sun as it sinks away
Just one more day on the Grey Funnel Line.

O, finest ship that sails the sea
Is still a prison for the likes of me
But if I had wings like Noah's dove
I'll fly up harbour to the one I love
Just one more day on the Grey Funnel Line.

Now there was a time when I was free
Like a floating spar on the rollin' sea
But now that spar has washed ashore
And it comes to rest at my real love's door
Just one more day on the Grey Funnel Line.

O, every time I gaze behind the screws
How I long to be in Saint Peter's shoes
Then I'd walk on down that Silver Lane
And I take my real love in my arms again
Just one more day on the Grey Funnel Line.

O Lord if only dreams were real
Then I'd put my hands on that wooden wheel
And with all my heart I'd turn her round
And I tell the boys that we're homeward bound

So I'll pass the time like some machine
Until the blue ocean turns to green
Then I'll dance on down that walk ashore
And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more
I'll sail the Grey Funnel Line no more

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