This is my churchnIt stands so tall and proudnIt has done for all timennIt has no wallsnYet its vast hallsnReach from shore to shorennTo whatever shorenYou know as your ownnWe stand as one, we stand as alonennWe are bornnFrom the same wombnHewn from the same stonennFrom the frozen BalticnI watched sunrise over AthenanWalked the battlefields of FlandersnAnd saw duskfall at CintrannBeneath the Spires of SofianFields of crosses at ArnhemnArmenius stood tall in TeuteborgnSenatus Populusque RomanusnnTo the fjords of HordalandnShadows of ancient AlbionnAt the shore of a 1000th lakenSaint Vitus dance in PrahannYet when to Ireland we ReturnnI know that I am home at lastnAnd every sun that setsnTakes me closer to her Earth