I've sung in mountain cathedrals
With steeples rising high
And altars made of evergreen
And 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
I've sung in mountain cathedrals
With steeples rising high
And altars made of evergreen
And windows made of sky
And windows
Made
Of sky
