Don't mind the rain (wind) or the rolling sea The weary night never worries me But the hardest time in a sailor's day Is to watch the sun as it dies away
The finest ship that sails the sea Is still a prison for the likes of me But give me wings like Noah's dove I'll fly up harbor to the girl I love
It's one more day on the grey funnel line
Every time I gaze behind the screws Makes me long for St Peter's shoes I'd walk on down that silver lane And take my girl in my arms again
It's one more day on the grey funnel line
Oh Lord, if dreams were only real I'd have my hands on that wooden wheel And with all my heart I would turn her 'round And tell the boys that we're homeward bound
I'll pass the time like some machine Until blue water turns to green Then I'll dance down and I'll run ashore And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more.