Текст: Crosby, Stills, Nash And Young. Other. Cathedral.

6 o'clock in the morning,
I feel pretty good,
So I dropped in to the luxury of the Lord;
Fighting dragons and crossing swords
With the people against the hoards
Who came to conquer.

Seven o'clock in the morning,
Here it comes; I taste the warning,
And I'm so amazed I'm here today,
Seeing things so clear this way.
In the car on my way to Stonehenge.

I'm flying in Winchester Cathedral,
Sunlight pouring through the break of day.
Stumbled through the gate and into the chamber.
There's a lady setting flowers on the table, covered lace,
And a cleaner in the distance finds a cobweb on her face,
And a feeling deep inside of me
Tells me this can't be the place.

I'm flying in Winchester Cathedral;
All religion has to have its day.
Expressions on the face of the saviour
Made me say, I can't stay.

Open up the gates of the church
And let me out of here.
Too many people have lied in the name of Christ
For anyone to heed the call.
Too many people have died in the name of Christ
That I can't believe at all.

And now I'm standing on the grave of a soldier that died in 1799.
And the day he died, it was a birthday,
And I noticed it was mine.
And my head didn't know just who I was,
And I went spinning back in time.
And I am high upon the altar,
High upon the altar,
High!

I'm flying in Winchester Cathedral;
It's hard enough to drink the wine.
The air inside just hangs in illusion,
But, given time, I'll be fine.
I'll be fine.

Open up the gates of the curch and let me out of here.
Too many people have lied in the name of Christ
For anyone to heed the call.
So many people have died in the name of Christ
That I can't believe it all.

And now I'm standing on the grave of a soldier that died in 1799.
And the day he died, it was a birthday,
And I noticed it was mine.
And my head didn't know just who I was,
And I went spinning back in time.
And I am high upon the altar,
High upon the altar,
High!