This is my church

It stands so tall and proud

It has done for all times



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 Athena

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

At the shore of a 1000th lake

Saint Vitus dance in Praha



Yet when to Ireland we Return

I know that I am home at last

And every sun that sets

Takes me closer to her Earth