Bye bye shadow landsnThe term is overnAnd all the holidays have begunnNow she walks on fresh fieldsnHer tracks are on the landnShe is everywhere and noplacenWhen its dark and evening fallsnShe moves among mennThey would seek to have hernAs a prizenBut she is in the shadowsnOcean and the sandnShe is everywhere and noplacenHer church not made with handsnNot contained by mannShe dancing high as cloudsnFaster than the arrownStraight as any crow that fliesnAcross great seas she travelsnUp through rising landsnShe is everywhere and noplacenHer church not made with handsnIsn't that a pretty sunnSetting in a pretty sky?nWill we stay and watch it darkennThe church not made with handsnNot contained by mannThat precious placenUnmadenBy man