I had a mill-stone tied to my waist,
As I swam across the lake,
And there were voices in the water behind,
Traveling in my wake,
They were soft.
They were soft.
They sang:
Carry on all you daughters,
Carry on all you sons,
Carry on till you find love,
Carry on everyone.
I put a message in a bottle that day,
And watched it float away,
Till it was swallowed by a hungry horizon,
Where it met with the waves and the tide.
Where it met with the tide.
It read:
Carry on all you daughters,
Carry on all you sons,
Carry on till you find love,
Carry on everyone.
As I swam across the lake,
And there were voices in the water behind,
Traveling in my wake,
They were soft.
They were soft.
They sang:
Carry on all you daughters,
Carry on all you sons,
Carry on till you find love,
Carry on everyone.
I put a message in a bottle that day,
And watched it float away,
Till it was swallowed by a hungry horizon,
Where it met with the waves and the tide.
Where it met with the tide.
It read:
Carry on all you daughters,
Carry on all you sons,
Carry on till you find love,
Carry on everyone.