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)
