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