| Don’t mind the rain or rolling sea
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| The weary night never worries me But the hardest time in a sailor’s day
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| Is to watch the sun as it slips away.
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| It’s one more day on the Grey Funnel Line.
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| The finest ship that sails the sea
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| Is still a prison for the likes of me.
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| But give me wings like Noah’s dove,
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| I’d fly above her to the one I love.
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| It’s one more day on the Grey Funnel Line.
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| Oh Lord, if dreams were only real,
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| I’d have my hands on that wooden wheel.
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| And with all my might I’d turn here 'round
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| And tell the boys that we’re homeward bound.
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| It’s one more day on the Grey Funnel Line.
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| I’d pass the time like some machine
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| Until blue water turns to green.
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| Then I’d dance on down that walk ashore,
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| And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more.
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| And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more. |