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
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 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
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 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