Blue Sky Cathedral
My grand daddy never went to church*
He felt closer to god with his hands in the dirt
Doing hardwork with
the sun on his face sweat on his brow, and the wind in his hair
He'd say a prayer, anywhere
He'd be standing in the middle of a fresh mowed field
The spirit would move him and
He'd just kneel and start giving thanks
For God's green earth and
When it came to church he preferred his
Blue sky cathedral with its' white pine steeples
Sunrise for a stained glass window
Singing along with that songbird hymnal
Made his soul fly like an eagle, under that blue sky cathedral
Every now and then some folks from town
They'd drop in and try to bring him round
into the fold and he'd just smile
Fix'em some tea and let'em talk a while
And when they'd leave he'd say to me
Girl some people gotta have four walls
To keep the word to heed the call and
that's ok
As for me I do better underneath my
Blue sky cathedral with its' white pine steeples
Sunrise for a stained glass window
Singing along with that songbird hymnal
Makes my soul fly like an eagle, under my blue sky cathedral