I once went to Scotland, and there I did meet,
a beautiful lady, who was really quite sweet.
We had joy, we had hugs, but it wasn't to last,
Our time together was over too fast.
So we partied and talked, and then partied some more
not thinking that soon our hearts would be sore.
We hugged and we parted, then we hugged and we kissed
I so want to hold her and tell her she's missed.
She's intelligent and beautiful, can you not see?
But, alas, my love lives in another country.
What can we do? What can we say?
Except that I think of her every day.
And to tell her that when she goes to sleep,
and pulls the covers up tight,
the draught on her cheek,
is me.. kissing.. Goodnight
