GREY FUNNEL LINE

(Cyril Tawney)



Don't mind the wind nor 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 fades away



It's 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 Noah's dove

I'll fly up harbor to the one I love



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 love in my arms again

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



Copyright Dick James Music, Ltd.

@sailor @home @love

by Cyril Tawney

recorded by Sara Grey, Lou Killen

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