Oh, the place where I worship is the wide open spaces Filled by the hand of the Lord Where the trees of the forrest are like pipes of an organ And the breeze plays an amen choir.
All the stars are the candles and they light up the mountains Mountains are altars of God Oh, the place where I worship is the wide open spaces Where the sun warms the peaceful sod.
The place where I worship is the wide open spaces Yes, filled by the hand of the Lord He's given it to you and me for the world to see There's no doors no bars and all men're free.
There in the air a life of joy is prayer you can hear him say This is your country this is your home keep it splendor in guardian's glory The song of freedom coming from the valley to the hilltops and it never never stops And all the birds on their wings are like the choirs.
You can hear them sing you're free to worship here All creeds all races of wonderful God As you rest beside the silver screen they're poison to your soul Of feeling of peace and quiet and you give thanks to him For making the eyes and your hearts either heritage He has given to you and to me.
And your heart take a good look if you follow the Good Book You surely find your reward Oh the place where I worship is the wide open spaces Built by the hand of the Lord.
(Glory, glory hallelujah...)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
