Blue Sky Cathedral

(альбом: Sunday Mornin' Singin' - 2012)

My granddaddy never went to church
He felt closer to God with his hands in the dirt
Doing hard work 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 little of fresh moon field
The spirit with moving and he just kneel
And start giving things, for God's green earth

And when he came to church
He'd prefer his blue sky cathedral
With its white pied stipple

Sunrise for his sting last wingle
Sing it alone with summer wind
Made his soul fly like an ego
Under my blue sky cathedral

Every now and then some folks from town
They dropped in and tried to bring 'em 'round
Until the foe but he just smile
Fix them some tea and let 'em talk a while

And when he bleed he's say to me
Girl, some people gotta have for walls
To keep to word, to hear the call

And that's okay and as for me
I do better underneath my blue sky cathedral
With its white pied stipple

Sunrise for his sting last wingle
Sing it alone with summer wind
Makes my soul fly like an ego under my
Blue sky cathedral
It's been years since we've been gone

We buried in upon the hill
But it don't matter where I am
I feel you with still under my blue sky cathedral
With its white pied stipple

Sunrise for his sting last wingle
Sing it alone with summer wind
Makes my soul fly like an ego
Under my blue sky cathedral