Cyril Tawney (lien Wikipedia)

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
   Here'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
   Here's one more day on the grey funnel line

There was a time my heart was free
Like a floating spar on the open sea
But now that spar is washed ashore
It comes to rest at my real love's door.
   Here's one more day on the grey funnel line

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
   Here'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 would turn her 'round
And tell the boys that we're homeward bound
   Here's one more day on the grey funnel line

I'll pass the time like some machine
Until blue water turns to green
Then I'll dance down that walk ashore
And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more.
   And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more.