Two in the morning dry-dock town
The river rolls away in the night
Little gypsy moth shes all tied down
She quiver in the wind and the light

Yeah and a sailing ship is just held down in chains
From the lazy days of sail
Shes just a lying there in silent pain
He lean on the tourist rail

A mother and her baby and the college of war
In the concrete graves
You never wanna fight against the river law
Nobody rules the waves
Yeah and on a night when the lazy wind is a-wailing
Around the cutty sark
The single handed sailor goes sailing
Sailing away in the dark

Hes upon the bridge on the self same night
The mariner of dry dock land
Two in the morning but theres one green light
And a man on a barge of sand

Shes a gonna slip away below him
Away from the things hes done
But 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 a-wailing
Around the cutty sark
Yeah the single handed sailor goes sailing
Sailing away in the dark