Blue Sky Cathedral

My grand daddy rarely went to church| He felt closer to God with his hands in the dirt doing hard work| With the sun on his face, the sweat on his brow| And the wind in his hair| He'd pray 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| When it came to church he preferred his'||Chorus: Blue sky cathedral| With its white pine steeples| A sunrise for a stained glass window| Singing along with that songbird hymnal| Made his soul fly like an eagle| Under that blue sky cathedral||Verse: Every now and then some folk from town| They'd drop in and try to bring him ‘round| Into the fold| He'd just smile, fix them some tea| And let them talk a while| And when they'd leave| He'd turn to me and say| ‘Son, some people gotta have four walls| To keep the word, heed the call| And that's ok, but as for me| I do better underneath my'|| (Repeat Chorus)||Bridge: It's been years since he's been gone| We buried him up on the hill| It don't matter where I am| I feel him with me still' under my|| (Repeat 2nd Chorus)|