There's a shoreline named beauty
There's a shoreline named peace
But sure as I stand her sands are not these
And I would that this gale were my sweet Scottish breeze
Winds of Iona blow over the seas
Winds of Iona
Carry her home
Carry her over the mists and the sea
Winds of Iona
Carry her over
O carry my lover from Scotland to me
She's a daughter, an Abbey
A son, a Dun I
And hundreds of sisters and brothers has she
But here in my home with my dear family
My lover is lacking, she's over the sea
Winds of Iona
Carry her home
Carry her over the mists and the sea
Winds of Iona
Carry her over
O carry my lover from Scotland to me
My love is an island
In England am I
I'll land on Iona soon after I die
I own her not, but she possesses me, aye
O Iona of Scotland in God's hand you lie
Winds of Iona
Carry her home
Carry her over the mists and the sea
Winds of Iona
Carry her over
O carry my lover from Scotland to me