Bye bye shadowlands The term is over And all the holidays have begun Now she walks on fresh fields Her tracks are on the land She is everywhere and noplace When its dark and evening falls She moves among men They would seek to have her As a prize But she is in the shadows Ocean and the sand She is everywhere and noplace Her church not made with hands Not contained by man
She dancing high as clouds Faster than the arrow Straight as any crow that flies Across great seas she travels Up through rising lands She is everywhere and noplace Her church not made with hands
Isn't that a pretty sun Setting in a pretty sky? Will we stay and watch it darken The church not made with hands Not contained by man That precious place Unmade
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