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You were born to decent city folk
In a hoose wiâ a country name
And you walked the streets your faither walked
Ta grow up just the same
And ye worked in school and ye kept the rule
And ye cried the tinker doon
âCause heâd spend his time on the Long Grey Line
Wouldna be tied to toon
Spend his time on the Long Grey Line
Wouldna be tied to toon
So ye worked hard in a college room
Career was aye in mind
But ye never got doon tae travelling roon
Ye said thereâs always time
And ye never gave one momentâs thought
Tae what it means to be free
Or the tinkerâs time on the long grey line
And the sights that a tinker sees
Or the tinkerâs time on the long grey line
And the sights that a tinker sees
Then ye bought a wee hoose and ye settled doon
A wife and a brace oâ weans
And ye watched the things that ye gathered roon
Begin tae look like chains
Ye began tae doubt but ye stuck it out
Working nine tae five
While the tinkerâs fine on the long grey line
Aye keepinâ his dreams alive
The tinkerâs fine on the long grey line
Aye keepinâ his dreams alive
Now yeâre looking back on all yeâve done
Seventy years of age
On summers come and winters gone
When the hoose became a cage
Though the comforts count for something now
Ye pretend ye dinnae care
That ye found nae time for the long grey line
With yer hairt cryinâ oot for mair
That ye found nae time for the long grey line
With yer hairt cryinâ oot for mair
Well, thereâs mair to life than they teach in the school
Mair tae see and hear
And mair tae man than oâ patch oâ land
In the finnish oâ his years
But the saddest sight is the fading light
Of a man whoâs chance is gone
So Iâll gie some time tae the long grey line
And Iâll ken when Iâm bound for home
Gie some time tae the long grey line
And Iâll ken when Iâm bound for home
Gie some time tae the long grey line
And Iâll ken when Iâm bound for home