歌詞

Above the roofs the sky is wide

And softer than the tea

The rooftops climb in slate and brick

Across the little lane

The chimneys stand like patient friends

Beneath a sky of grain

I lift my eyes above them all

To where the pale light lives

Rooftops, sky, soft and wide

Room enough to breathe

The heavens tell the glory of

The One who made the leaves

The little lamb looks up as well

Though what it sees, who knows

It blinks at one slow moving cloud

And follows where it goes

A gull, a chimney, then the grey

And then a seam of gold

Rooftops, sky, soft and wide

Room enough to breathe

The heavens tell the glory of

The One who made the leaves

The heavens tell His glory, yes

Above the roofs and all

And even overcast they speak

If I'm still enough to fall

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Rooftops, sky, soft and wide

Room enough to breathe

The heavens tell the glory of

The One who made the leaves

Rooftops, sky, soft and wide

Room enough to breathe

The heavens tell the glory of

The One who made the leaves

Above the roofs the sky is wide

And I am small and glad