I hold discarded bows
That held your hand like
I wish you had held mine.
In the dark, I taste the earth,
As the loon calls prayers
Into the night
Oh This is way
Of the chapel of light
Where the fire can grow
Something deep inside
Oh Take me away
To the cathedral of pines
Where my heart can be still
While the whippoorwill cries
The thrush it ducks and weaves
Through rose and lets me know
The sun has caught fire
Does he like me come here
to chase away his fear,
And ease a troubled mind
Oh This is way
Of the chapel of light
Where the fire can grow
Something deep inside
Oh Take me away
To the cathedral of pines
Where my heart can be still
While the whippoorwill cries
I count the breaths to take the shot,
The light is still, my heart is not
I dress him down, the hours wain
His tale, my day, The end the same
Because This is way
Of the cathedral of light
Where the fire wil grow
Something deep inside
Go on and take me away
To the cathedral of the pines
Where my heart can be still
While the whippoorwill cries
