She unscrews the top of a new whiskey bottle

And shuffles about in her candle lit hovel,

Like some kind of witch with blue fingers in mittens

She smells like the cat and the neighbours she sickens,

The black and white t.v. has long seen a picture

The cross on the wall is a permanent fixture,

The postman delivers the final reminders

She sells off her silver and poodles in China.



Drinks to remember, I me and myself

And winds up the clock

And knocks dust from the shelf

Home is a love that I miss very much

So the past has been bottled and labelled with love.



During the war time an American pilot

Made every air raid a time of excitement,

She moved to his prairie and married the Texan

She learnt from a distance how love was a lesson,

He became drinker and she became mother

She knew that one day she'd be one or the other,

He ate himself older, drunk himself dizzy

Proud of her features, she kept herself pretty.



Drinks to remember, I me and myself

And winds up the clock

And knocks dust from the shelf

Home is a love that I miss very much

So the past has been bottled and labelled with love.



He like a cowboy died drunk in his slumber

Out on the porch in the middle of summer,

She crossed the ocean back home to her family

But they had retired to roads that were sandy,

She moved home alone without friends or relations

Lived in a world full of age reservation,

On moth eaten armchairs she'd say that she'd sod all

The friends who had left her to drink from the bottle .



Drinks to remember, I me and myself

And winds up the clock

And knocks dust from the shelf

Home is a love that I miss very much

So the past has been bottled and labelled with love.

The past has been bottled and labelled with love.

The past - has been bottled and labelled with love.