Chimney Smoke Harry Belafonte

Chimney smoke, chimney smoke
A winding and a whirling
A climbing and a twirling
Chimney smoke, why did I roam
Chimney smoke lead me home

There’s a house on a hill, by an old willow tree
Where the fire-place burning for my love and me
But I got restless and send my goodbye
Now I’m roaming the hills and I’m searching the sky for that

Chimney smoke, chimney smoke
A winding and a whirling
A climbing and a twirling
Chimney smoke, why did I roam
Chimney smoke lead me home

Had an acre of land and a sky full o’ sun
And a woman who loved me and no other one
But like a sparrow one night I took flight
Now I long to be home and I pray for the sight of that

Chimney smoke, chimney smoke
A winding and a whirling
A climbing and a twirling
Chimney smoke, why did I roam
Chimney smoke lead me home