You can barely hear the wind blowin’ The last few leaves still hangin’ on The moon’s out there in the East And the sun’s just crackin’ dawn A prayer whispered without a word An autumn choir sings It brings me back to who I am When I’m not being me
Sunday morning in my white oak cathedral How much closer can I really get to God The birds my bells, the forest smells The trees, a thousand steeples Sunday morning in my white oak cathedral
There’s not a preacher preachin’ lessons On life and love and sin But the things I learn in silence From the alter of the wind Reveal a deeper meaning Uncover truth within my soul Feed a hunger fill a thirst Give me the presence to let go
Sunday morning in my white oak cathedral How much closer can I really get to God The birds my bells, the forest smells The trees, a thousand steeples Sunday morning in my white oak cathedral
In a deer stand in ridge in Missouri I see just a little of the light
Sunday morning in my white oak cathedral How much closer can I really get to God The birds my bells, the forest smells The trees, a thousand steeples Sunday morning in my white oak cathedral