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