Together that day, you and I
Country cathedral, holy high
Country cathedral Sunday morning
Spell came on us quick without warning
Needed no chalice, psalter or altar
Craved no wine or holy water
Snow on fire, squinty bright
Icicle spires, eavestrough height
Shimmering view field after field
Snowbank pew, heaven revealed
Silence, no sound, we walked a mile
Together we found God country style