In a house Near the loch Awaits a bride For her wedding day. Soon her groom Will take her hand.
Extending his hand, At his father’s house, Out reaches the groom Toward the loch Saying, “in a handful days I will have my bride.”
Meanwhile the bride, With her gentle hand, Writes the day On invitations in her house; Sending thoughts across the loch Toward her groom.
Simultaneously the groom Thinks of his bride, Receiving her thoughts from the loch. His promise on her hand, Hers is in his father’s house, But he won't see it until the day.
In just a few short days With his friends the groom Will leave his father’s house And await the bride To take her hand At the ceremony near the loch.
And in the city of the loch Their lives most historic day Will be when they take each other’s hands And the groom Will have his bride And will make a home of their house.
But until then… Toward the loch the groom, Awaiting the appointed day of his bride, With lovesickness stretches his hand toward her house.