Karl

Ah jist can’t gonnae-no thinkin' abit heem. he’s th' most th' gorgeoos cheil, e'en thocht he’s a baldy an' has nae hair, an' althoogh he’s nae huir uv a braw at writin' poetry (he thinks it’s aw fur queers) Ah wish he’d write jist a body poem fur me;

Karl mah bonnie lecht shinin' sae bricht

takin' me it ay thes braw winter's nicht,

keepin' me awa' frae th' darkness's micht,

keepin' me warm by holdin' me techt...

knaw Ah will aye want ye in mah secht,

tae keep me awa' frae thes endless nicht.

yoo ur mah bonnie lecht,

shinin' sae bricht...

karl, thaur is nae loove deeper

then th' loove Ah feel fur ye

i see ye in mah thooghts

i hear ye in mah dreams

i hink abit ye aw th' time

my loove growin' fur ye

in mah mind

is it by chance

we started talkin'?

will we be together?

will destiny tie us forever?

aa these questions in mah mind

maybe ye will be th' soolmate Ah will find