The Grey Funnel Line

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 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'd fly up harbour to the one I love
 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'd turn her round
 And tell the boys that we're homeward bound
 It's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line
 There was a time when I was free
 Like a broken spar on the open sea
 But now that spar has washed ashore
 And come to rest by my true love's door
 It's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line
 Each time I gaze behind the screws
 Makes me long for Saint Peter's shoes
 I'd dance on down that silver lane
 Into the arms of my love again
 It's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line
 I'll pass the time like some machine
 Until the blue water turns to green
 Then I'd dance on down that walk ashore
 And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more
 And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more