Holy Iona Song Lyrics

Established by Chaluim Chille, Saint Columba, in the sixth century,
Iona became an island of contemplation, pilgrimage,
and the final resting place of Scottish and Irish Kings.
"The man is little to be envied" wrote Doctor Samuel Johnson "Whose
patriotism would not gain force upon the plains of Marathon
or whose piety would not grow warmer among the ruins on Iona!"

Hear the waves on the shore
As we bend to our oar
And the murmur of water below

With his sword on his breast
Lies our king at his rest
As to Holy Iona we go

Hear the gulls' distant cry