From the album The Lonesome American

Christopher Cook on guitar and vocals. Emmy Rose on harmonium and vocals.
With
Ollin Chavez – violin
Marjorie Gonzales Chavez – guitarrón

℗©2017 Christopher Cook and Christopher Cook Music

Lyrics

Wild Cathedral Bells
by Christopher Cook

In the courtyard the tables
Are turned on their sides for the winter
You shake off the snow
When you enter

No, I’m not using that chair
I’m not waiting on a friend to meet
I just sleep in the old hotel
Down at the end of the street

Because there is no way
To forget those eyes
And how the faraway look made me feel
I was askin’ for a lie

You could blame it on the freeze
And the wild cathedral bells
In the spring

Oh, beauty – air and grass and hills
Made me think I was pure and at rest
When we picked a mountain flower
And placed it in the buttonhole on your chest

The sky was bigger than it had ever been
Birds were nesting in the field
Just two old souls coming out
Who found a day to steal

But there is no way
To forget your touch
And how your skin made me feel
I was askin’ for too much

You could blame it on the freeze
And the wild cathedral bells
Across the valley when they sing

But there is no way
To forget your face
And how the sound of your voice seemed to say
I’d found my place

You can blame it on the freeze
And the wild cathedral bells
And the way they used to ring