In this place I shelter now
The fire built will soon die down
I thirst for You on this dry land
My life is daily in Your hand
A sign from the hills
A veil floats by
I sail to the island í*
A sign from the hills
A veil over me
A last farewell
I said
And now I bow in humble praise
Will this writing never fade
And will the heroes and the same
For all these gifts are in your name
A sign from the hills
A veil floats by
I sail to the island í*
A sign from the hills
A veil over me
A last farewell
I said
(*Iona island, off the coast of Scotland is known in Irish as í)
