As twilight falls upon the land
And silver moonbeams shine,
I think of sweetest Billy,
And dream that he was mine!
His eyes reflect the moonlight,
A deep and greening vale,
His smile lights up the darkest night,
His humor never fails!
There's something that he carries
In smile, in sweetest grace,
An aura that's elusive -
But I see it in his face.
I know we'll never share a pint,
It cannot be my fate -
For I was born too early
And he was born too late!
A sigh and a swoon for that sweet and gentle Scot!
Can't wait to see him as Pippin in Gondor!