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Iona
edge of the world
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Mist that hangs like silk
Soaking in the rain
Trees that rise like ghosts
Bearing people's names
And a sea that takes me
Where I do not know
But I gladly go
Shrouded in the sweetest grass
I've ever known
This my earthly bed
My beloved home
But the voice that calls me
To the far away
I can only trust every word you say
And here I am
Out on the edge of the world
With You, With You
Shall I leave the print of my knees
Upon the sand
This my final prayer
In my native land
Shall I turn my face
Towards the shining sea
Taste the salt of tears
For those I have to leave
- Album:
- Another Realm
- Miscellaneous
- Open Sky
- The Circling Hour
- Edge of the World - Live in Europe
- Journey Into the Morn
- Beyond These Shores
- WoW 1996 (disc 2)
- Iona
- The River Flows: Anthology, Volume 1
- A Celtic Celebration
- Treasures: The Very Best
- Just Listen
- Unprogged
- The Book of Kells
- Ten: The Birthday Album
- Live in London
- Sweet Burning Light
- Celtic Inspiration
- The Connection