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

And 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 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 boys 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