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 

 mother and her baby and the college of war
 In the concrete graves
 You never wanna fight against the river law
 [bad word] 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