The Dirt Road Is a Chapel

The old gray gelding whispers to the barn roof beam While the

orange barn cat chases a celestial dream

Dogs at my heels looking up at the sky

Finding the Divine where the crows fly high

Oh, the dirt road is a chapel,

the farmhouse is a shrine

(humm) Where the small paws and hooves meet the hand divine

We are growing with the clover

under

summer rain (ahhh)

The hound dog barks at a mystic shadow's play

While the horses graze the green hills of yesterday

We found a small kingdom in the weathered wood and stone Where

no creature

wanders completely alone

Oh, the dirt road is a chapel,

the farmhouse is a shrine (yeah)

Where the small paws and hooves meet the hand divine We are

growing with the clover

under summer rain (ahhh)

Just the purr of the cat

And the breathing of the horse (hummmm) Following the silent course