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  It's just lying there in silent pain  He lean on the turist rail  A mother and her baby and the colege war  and the concrete graves  You never wanna against the river law  Nobody rules the waves  Yeah and on the 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 the 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 the night when the lazy wind is a-wailing  Around the Cutty Sark  Yeah the single handed sailor goes sailing  Sailing away in the dark