Heathen Tribes

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