This is my church It stands so tall and proud And has done for all time
It has no walls Yet its vast halls Reach from shore to shore
To whatever shore You know as your own We stand as one, we stand alone
We are born From the same womb Hewn from the same stone
From the frozen Baltic I watched sunrise over Athens Walked the battlefields of Flanders And saw duskfall at Cintra
Beneath the spires of Sofia Fields of crosses at Arnhem Armenius stood tall in Teuteborg Senatus Populusque Romanus
To the fjords of Hordaland Shadows of ancient Albion And to the shore of a 1000th lake Saint Vitus dance in Praha
And yet when to Ireland we Return I know that I am home at last And with every sun that sets It takes me nearer to her Earth
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