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
