Iona my heart

An I Mo Chridhe

An I mo chridhe, I mo ghràidh
An àite guth manaich bidh geum bà;
Ach mun tig an saoghal gu crìch
Bithidh I mar a bha.

In Iona of my heart, Iona of my love,
Instead of monks’ voices shall be lowing of cattle,
But ere the World come to an end
Iona shall be as it was

Saint Colomba