don t mind the rain nor the rolling sea the weary night never worries me but the hardest time in a sailors 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 girl i love 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 d turn her round and tell the boy s 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 on down that walk ashore and sail the grey funnel line no more and sail the grey funnel line no more