Smoke From The Chimney

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 is gone There's smoke from the chimney Says winters' comin' 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 The memories still last And I see the faces A little weather by the years I can feel the warm hugs And smile through my tears Some things are special They don't ever fade away Like smoke from the chimney And dreams of yesterday 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