Two in the morning dry-dock town   The river rolled away in the night   Little Gypsy Moth she's 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   She's 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      He's up on 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 a gonna slip away below him   Away from things he's 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