The Impossible Bottle

Romantic but not by beauty Songs that were left behind The rose caught in the amber Sing to the rope, haul up the booty Hold on pull man, pull your duty Save dreams for the forecastle Sing to the wind, blow me not down Listen to the wash, swash man swash Sing to the rope, haul up the booty Hold on pull man, pull your duty The message in the bottle songs sung, so long ago Drawn from hard working men to the one that got away The fair rose is now, just a picture in a locket A dream that washed ashore, from a ship in a bottle