Two in the morning, dry-dock town
The rivers rolls away in the night
Little gypsy moth she's all tied down

She quiver in the wind and the light

Yeah and a sailing ship just held down in chains

From the lazy days of sail
She's just lying there in silent pain
He lean on the turist 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
Single handed sailor goes sailing
Sailing away in the dark


He's upon the bridge on the self same night
The mariner of dry dock land

Two in the morning, but there is one green light
And a man on the barge of sand
She's gonna slip away below him

Away from the things he's done
But he just shouts "Hey man, what do 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