Cathedrals

I have the dust on my boots of a thousand cathedrals And I have taken my place with bended knees And I have raised my voice with a multitude of angels Whose nests are treasured by your trees Oh, the music of your fingers Oh, the heartbeat of your lands Oh, the places where you linger Oh, the beauty of your hands And I have lit my candle in the folds of your forests A spark of light amongst the fires of the night And I have risen with the dawn and the thurible of gladness Amongst the mist and the dew of your delight Oh, the music of your fingers Oh, the heartbeat of your lands Oh, the places where you linger Oh, the beauty of your hands You are the one who makes my paths straight You are the one who leads me to the waters And as I've cupped my hands I know, I know, I've seen your face For you've touched my eyes with waterfalls You've touched my eyes with earth You've led me home with moonlight And you've whispered what I'm worth You are the one who leads me to the waters You are the one who leads me home You lead me home You lead me home