Stood
in a cathedral
With mud on my shoes
I found the Celtic
way
I go where Pagans play
I found Zen
…just then
I walked the Christian path
Rolled one leg up and had to laugh
I found the crystal maze
I toke the purple haze
Stood
in a cathedral
With mud on my shoes
I walk with warriors
I talk with worriers
I flew above them all
Because I felt so small
I hammered nails in my hands
Because I didn't understand
What it is to be me
What it is to be
Stood
in a cathedral
With mud on my shoes
Rubbing in the manifestational
Blues
(pause)
I fell in love
once or twice
…..nice
I found the innermost truth
And the fountain of youth
I left them on a bus
And they started to rust
I found the innermost truth
And the fountain of youth
Stood in a cathedral
With mud on my shoes
Rubbing in the manifestational
Blues
Goddam Blues
So blue…
I learn my lesson
in Tao
Learn to live in the now
I read all the right books
But I forgot to look
At all the world all around
I stopped believing in sound
I hid myself in a cave
Where I ranted and raved
About the old days
Hey man the old ways
Mud on my shoes
Mud on my shoes
Mud on my
Shoes
c Strawb 1996