Iona, my child, these words may seem so wild, if you lend an ear maybe something you hear will stay with you forever and a day.
If you feel the ceiling sway, just remember this, you have brothers and sisters who long to hear your laughter resound.
There's adventure all around. If you find a track, you needn't follow the pack but go your own direction.
Be quick, but slow to raise a stick, be softly spoken, as promises broken can ring through time like bells with an endless chime.
Take the path down by the western pines Traveling light, quick step and keep in time Speak in tongues, remember always rhyme Climb the redwood lightning-struck and see for miles, Iona
Iona, beware The bus-ticket millionaire The penny blacks are fluttering back to where they shall anoint your face with the morning dew of May... A nettle sting or an emerald ring is all you may remember.
What I said, is just for breaking bread or to maybe wake the dearly departed souls, who pray for you til your dying day...
Trace your name in sand at eventide, watch the pulsing embers glow like bright familiar eyes... They will stay forever by your side. Climb the redwood lightning struck and see for miles...