Cyril Tawney
Don’t mind the rain, 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 dies away
It’s one more day on the Grey Funnel Line
The finest ship that sailed the sea
Is still a prison for the likes of me
But give me wings like Noah’s dove
I’d fly up harbour to the girl I love…
Every time I gaze behind the screws
Makes me long for old Peter’s shoes
I’d walk on down that silver lane
And take my love in my arms again
O Lord, if dreams were only real
I’d have my hands on that wooden wheel
And with all my heart I’d turn her ’round
And tell the crew that we’re homeward bound
I’ll pass the time like some machine
Until the blue water turns to green
Then I’ll dance on down that walk ashore
And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more