|Size of Island
||3.5 mi (5.6 km)
long and 1.5 mi (2.4 km) wide
(3.4 sq mi)
||Dùn Ì - 101 metres
||Baile Mor, gaelic for big
Street of the Dead, St Oran's Cemetery (Celtic: Reilig Odhrain,
Martyr's Bay, Dun I, St. Columba's Bay, Spouting Cave, The Machair
Traffic Jam on Iona by Stuart McLean
No' Rabbie Burns)
I wis heading south tae Martyr's Bay,
Happy as Larry on a fine summer’s day,
And whit did Ah see comin’ the other way,
Bit a bloody big Ford Cortina.
Weel this wis sae strange Ah jist have tae say,
For tae see another car oan the very same day,
But I knew for a fact thit Ah had right o’ way,
So Ah sure as hell wisnae budgin’.
We sat wae our cars as close as an inch,
He tooted his horn but Ah didnae flinch,
Even tho’ tae reverse wid be a cinch,
Ah wisnae for movin’ or nothin’.
Well day turned tae night and there we did sit,
Both of us determined we widnae submit,
I opened ma windae and called him a git,
For Ah wanted hame for ma dinner.
Four days they did pass and there we did stay,
Me wantin’ tae go south and him the other way,
But sadly Ah tell ye, tae my great dismay,
The bugger wisnae for shiftin’.
A year has gone by and the cars still block the road,
Around them now a path has been mowed,
And tae get ma car back it wid have tae be towed,
For it’s rusted away tae near nothin’.
Iona Song Lyrics - The Waterboys
Iona, sweet Iona
island out of time
Your lost child is returning
his shadow close behind
Anger in his breast
black dog in his mind
I feel like an island of rage
in a vast sea of peace
Like a worm in a cathedral
like a beggar at a feast
Columba heal my black heart!
let my nightmare cease
Lace upon the window
patterns on the sheets
Three ships in the distance
horsemen in the street
Lord God fit me
to be your hands and feet