Gord Bamford - White Oak Cathedral Lyrics

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
Sunday morning in my white oak cathedral