Heathen Tribes

This is my church
 It stands so tall and proud
 It 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 Athena
 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
 At the shore of a 1000th lake
 Saint Vitus dance in Praha 

Yet when to Ireland we Return
 I know that I am home at last
 And every sun that sets
 Takes me closer to her Earth