Smoke from the chimney
A little chill in the air
The old folks by the fire
In their rocking chairs
The cotton fields are empty
And the garden fields

The garden is gone
Smoke from the chimney
Says winter is coming home
And so many things can change
While you're gone
Time goes by so fast
And they say you can never really go back home
But now the world is still ours
And I see the faces
A little weathered by the years
And I can feel the warm hopes
And smile through my tears
Some things are special
They don't ever fade away
Like smoke from the chimney
And dreams
Like delicious ice cream

Where sounds of good times

And I wish I'd listened today
To the sounds of those old days

Amidst everything


When innovate hope is track moist
I would believe it and shout out when it happened
Although that's how it works
Some things are special
They don't ever fade away
Like smoke from the chimney
And dreams of yesterday
Like smoke from the chimney
And dreams of yesterday
Like smoke from the chimney
Like smoke from the chimney
Like smoke from the chimney