Her tracks are on the land
She is everywhere and no place
Not contained by man
As straight as any crows that flies
But she is in the shadows
Her church not made with hands
Across great seas she travels
Now, she walks in fresh fields
The church not made by hands
Will we stay and watch it darken?
They would seek to have her as a prize
Her church not made with hands
She is everywhere and no place
She is dancing high as clouds, faster than the arrow
When it's dark and evening falls, she moves among men
That precious place
She is everywhere and no place
Up through rising lands
Not contained by man
Isn't that a pretty sun
Not contained by man
The ocean and the sand
Setting in a pretty sky?
Will we stay and watch it darken?
