歌詞

Across the lane a chimney breathes

And evening's coming home

The house across has lit its fire

The chimney sends up grey

It curls against the darkening sky

The way the leaves did, day

A window glows, and then one more

The lane is waking warm

Chimney smoke, soft and slow

Every house a light

Unless the Lord builds up the house

The builder works in vain

The little lamb is back on the rug

Its watching almost done

It blinks at every lighted pane

And counts them one by one

My own lamp waits behind me now

To join the little row

Chimney smoke, soft and slow

Every house a light

Unless the Lord builds up the house

The builder works in vain

Unless the Lord builds up the house

The psalmist gently warned

So every chimney breathing smoke

Is grace that has been formed

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Chimney smoke, soft and slow

Every house a light

Unless the Lord builds up the house

The builder works in vain

Chimney smoke, soft and slow

Every house a light

Unless the Lord builds up the house

The builder works in vain

Across the lane a chimney breathes

And my lamp answers back