Ye heerd me tellin ye, ‘A'm leain ye an A'm cumin bak til yis’. If ye loved me, ye wud be gled that A'm fer gaun tae tha Faither, fer tha Faither ïs mair bïgger ner me.
Some o tha follaers saed tae yin anither, “Whut's he taakin aboot, ‘In a wee while ye'll see me nae mair, an then eftèr anither wee bït, yis wull see me,’ an, ‘Fer A'm awa tae tha Faither’?”
A'm cumin tae ye richt awa, but A'm taakin aboot thïs jist noo whan A'm still ïn tha warl, sae as the' can hae tha fu meesure o ma joy ïn thair hairts.