My grand daddy never went to church* He felt closer to god with his hands in the dirt Doing hardwork 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 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 and When it came to church he preferred his Blue sky cathedral with its' white pine steeples Sunrise for a stained gla** window Singing along with that songbird 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 and try to bring him round into the fold and he'd just smile Fix'em some tea and let'em talk a while And when they'd leave he'd say to me Girl some people gotta have four walls To keep the word to heed the call and that's ok As for me I do better underneath my Blue sky cathedral with its' white pine steeples Sunrise for a stained gla** window Singing along with that songbird hymnal Makes my soul fly like an eagle, under my blue sky cathedral