The first day of the rest of our life
For which with you the best summing up
Is pain, joy, love, a little strife
But love always anyway – you’re nice
I don’t need being told that twice.
We met in Scotland: to her I say
Greetings on St Andrew’s Day!
She’s sort of Scottish by consent...
All the cares and despairs of busy days
Can never outweigh my deep content
For I live by your eyes...
