I've sung in mountain cathedrals
With steeples rising high
And altars made of evergreen -
Windows made of sky
And windows made of sky
And altars made of evergreen -
Windows made of sky
And windows made of sky
I've dreamed of stars in the heavens
And starfish in the sea
And wondered how the heart of God
Could care so much for me
Could care - so much for me
I've never been a strong man
At least outside the skin
And I'm eager and afraid at the same time
To move from where I've been
To move - from where I've been
At least outside the skin
And I'm eager and afraid at the same time
To move from where I've been
To move - from where I've been
I've sung in mountain cathedrals
With steeples rising high
And altars made of evergreen -
With steeples rising high
And altars made of evergreen -
Windows made of sky
And windows made of sky
And windows made of sky
-Bob Bennett
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2 comments:
Beautiful!
Very nicely done. The irony, of course, is that I wrote this song sitting at a decidedly not-majestic kitchen table in Downey, CA. It always brings a smile to my face when others have more transcendent experiences connected to "Mountain Cathedrals" than I have had.
Best regards, Bob Bennett
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