My cathedral has a ceiling of blue my cathedral neath the sky

Where I may lift up my eyes unto the hills

And hear music from a stream rippling by

My cathedral has an alter of flowers their fragrant incense fills the air

In my cathedral I am closer to him than I could be anywhere

For here I pray in a place so grand the carpet I kneel on was made by his own hand

My cathedral has candles lighted by the stars and mighty pillars of trees

No other cathedral is so beautiful for God made my cathedral for me