I know a green cathedral, a hallowed forest shrine.
Where trees in love join hands above and arch your prayer and mine.

Within its cool depths sacred, the priestly cedat sighs.
And the fir and pine lift arms divine unto the clear blue skies.

In my dear green cathedral there is a quiet seat.
And chair aloft enbrach-ed croft and songs of birds hymn sweet.

And I like to think at evening when the stars its arches light.
That my Lord and God treads its hallowed sod in the cool, calm peace of night.