Two in the morning, dry-dock town

The rivers rolls away in the night

Little gypsy moth she's all tied down

She quiver in the wind and the light



Yeah and a sailing ship just held down in chains

From the lazy days of sail

It's just lying there in silent pain

He lean on the turist rail



A mother and her baby and the colege war

and the concrete graves

You never win against the river law

Nobody rules the waves

Yeah and on the night when the lazy wind is a-wailing

Around the Cutty Sark

Single handed sailor goes sailing

Sailing away in the dark



He's upon the bridge on the self same night

The mariner of dry dock land

Two in the morning, but there is one green light

And the man on the barge of sand

She's gonna slip away below him

Away from the things he's done

But he just shouts "Hey man, what do you call this thing?"

He could have said "Pride of London"

On the night when the lazy wind is a-wailing

Around the Cutty Sark

Yeah the single handed sailor goes sailing

Sailing away in the dark