Blue Sky Cathedral

My grand daddy never went to church

Felt closer to God with his hands in the dirt

Doing hard work

Sun on his face sweat on his brow, wind in his hair

He'd say a prayer, anywhere

Be standing in the middle of a fresh mowed field

The spirit would move

He'd just kneel and start giving thanks

For God's green earth

When it came to church he preferred his

Blue sky cathedral with it's white pine steeples

Sunrise for a stained glass window

Singing along with that song bird 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 try and bring him round

Into the fold but he'd just smile

Fix 'em some tea and let 'em talk a while

And when they'd leave he'd say to me

Son some people gotta have four walls

To keep the word and heed the call

But that's ok

As for me I do better underneath my

Thirty years since he's been gone

We buried him up on the hill

But it don't matter where I am

I feel him with me still