Thanks Masato. I looked at that site last night too.

The Waters of Iona
Lillian Crewe Walsh

Far from the scene of childhood days, it was my lot to roam
Across the sea to a foreign land, far from my Highland home,
In dreams, I saw the village where my sad heart longed to be,
Where the waters of Iona rippled down to the deep blue sea
 
The village ferry in the stream, the lads and lasses there,
In Highland kilt wer dancing while the bagpipes filled the air,
The lowing of the cattle came from ev'ry glen and lea
Where the waters of Iona rippled down to the deep blue sea
 
How often in my youthful days, I roamed around the shore,
With my little Highland lassie, Bonnie Mary from Bras d'Or
She sleeps beneath the daisies, guarded by the maple trees,
Where the waters of Iona rippled down to the deep blue sea


There you go. I'm sure you'll enjoy it.