Carried away on the crest of a wave

The bottle and letter I wrote

Who knew who would find it, open it, read it.

Carried onwards on the crest of that wave

The bottle it floated past ships and past fish

Who knew if it would get there, safely, unbroken

Carried away further on the crest of the waves

The bottle went further, daring to believe

Who knew if the storm would halt its path

Carried to him on the crest of a wave

The bottle it landed, floated and lifted

Who knew who had sent it, but it made his day