Church not made with hands
Bye-bye shadowlands
The term is overand all the holidays have begun
Now she walks in fresh fieldsher tracks are on the landShe is everywhere and no placeWhen it's dark and evening fallsshe moves among men
They would seek to have her as a prize
But she is in the shadowsthe ocean and the sandShe is everywhere and no place
Her church not made with hands
Not contained by manShe is dancing high as clouds
Faster than the arrowas straight as any crows that flies
Accross great seas she travelsup through rising landsShe is everywhere and no place
Her church not made with hands
Not contained by manIsn't that a pretty sunsetting in a pretty sky?
Will we stay and watch it darken?Will we stay and watch it darken?The church not made by hands
Not contained by man
That precious place
Unmade by man