The music of Scotland sings in your speech,
Colours of her Highlands rest in your eyes,
Starlight and Moonlight are in your smile
Like the fire of Glenlivet, you warm me.
Your kindness pours out like honey, sweet & natural,
Hobbit-joy sparkles in your eyes,
Your gentleness and humor flow like the tide,
Like Moon and Star, you were made to shine.