Single-Handed Sailor
Two in the morning dry-dock townThe river rolls away in the nightLittle Gypsy Moth she's all tied downShe quiver in the wind and the light
Yeah and the sailing ship just held down in chainsFrom the lazy days of sailShe's just a lying there in silent painHe lean on the tourist rail
A mother and her baby and the College of warIn the concrete gravesYou never wanna fight against the river lawNobody rules the waves
Yeah, and on a night when the lazy wind is a-wailingAround the Cutty SarkThe single-handed sailor goes sailingSailing away in the dark
He's up on the bridge on the self-same nightThe mariner of dry dock landTwo in the morning but there's one green lightAnd a man on a barge of sand
She's a gonna slip away below himAway from things he's doneBut he just shouts, "Hey man what you call this thing?"He Could have said "Pride of London"
On a night when the lazy wind is wailingAround the Cutty SarkYeah the single-handed sailor goes sailingSailing away in the dark