Two in the morning dry-dock town

The river rolls in the night

Little gypsy moth she's 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

She's 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 He's upon the bridge on the self same night

The mariner of dry dock land

Two in the morning but there's one green light

And a man on a barge of sand She's gonna slip away below him

Away from the things he's 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