Church Not Made With Hands - The Waterboys

Bye-bye shadowlands

The term is over

And all the holidays have begun

Now she walks in fresh fields

Her tracks are on the land

She is everywhere and no place

When it’s dark and evening falls

She moves among men

They would seek to have her as a prize

But she is in the shadows

The ocean and the sand

She is everywhere and no place

Her church not made with hands

Not contained by man

She is dancing high as clouds

Faster than the arrow

As straight as any crows that flies

Accross great seas she travels

Up through rising lands

She is everywhere and no place

Her church not made with hands

Not contained by man

Isn’t that a pretty sun

Setting 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