Emily lay fast asleep
Her mother kissed her head
Then she began to weep
And lay alone in bed

Father’s ship had left the quay
Taking him to find to find
His heart heavy as the sea
He began to write

“I’ll drop my sweet
A tiny note
In a bottle
On the sea
Just to see
If it will float
And carry my love
Home to thee”

Emily is sleeping fast
No love to kiss her brow
Eighty-five years have passed
The calls are darkening now

But there are footprints in the sand
There’s a knock upon the door
There’s a letter in a fading hand
Washed on a distant shore
“I’ll drop my sweet
A tiny note
In a bottle
On the sea
Just to see
If it will float
And carry my love
Home to thee”

Ta ta, my sweet