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 i* 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 heros end the same For all these gifts are in your name A sign from the hills A veil floats by I sail to the Island i* 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 i)