BHK is my lower case n. I love you, sweetheart.

This song still makes me pretty dang misty.

Lyrics: (video here)

In a cold and far-off place
There was a lower-case N.
Lonely and cold, she would stare off into space
And it was known that she would cry now and then.

Lower-case N, standing on a hill.
The wind is very still, for the lower-case eh-en…

(occasional, unearthly “oohs” in background now)

And then one day a rocketship
Came racing from the sky.
It landed on the hill and there opened up a door
And somethin’ started comin’ outside…

A lower-case N!
(She’s not lonely anymo-o-re)
They are standing on the hill
(There are two of them for su-u-ure)
The wind is very still
For the lower-case eh-en (via Scotto’s Wall Scrawls)