Two in the morning dry-dock town
The river rolled away in the night
Little Gypsy Moth shes all tied down
She quiver in the wind and the light

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

A mother and her baby and the College of war
In the concrete grave
You never want to fight against the river law
Nobody rules the waves

Yeah, on a night when the lazy wind is a-wailing
Around the Cutty Sark
The single-handed sailor go sailing
Sailing away in the dark

Hes up on 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 things hes done
But he just shouts, "Hey man whatcha call this thing?"
Could say "Pride of London"

On a night when the lazy wind is wailing
Around the Cutty Sark
Yeah single-handed sailor goes sailing
Sailing away in the dark