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