Lyrics
This is my church
It stands so tall, proud
And has done for all times
It has no walls
Yet its vast halls
Reach from shore to shore
Whatever shore
You know as your own
We stand as one, we stand alone
And we are born
From the same womb
And hewn from the same stone
And from the frozen Baltic
Sunrise over Athena
I walked the battlefields of Flanders
And saw duskfall at Cintra
And beneath the Spires of Sofia
And fields of crosses at Arnhem
Armenius stood tall in Teuteborg
Senatus Populusque Romanus
And to the fjords of Hordaland
And shadows of ancient Albion
And to the shore of a thousand 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
To whatever shore
You know as your own
We stand as one, we stand alone
