Brick and wood, mortar and plane  Labor's love, a little faith  You can see the structure taking form.  Ancient tools, a new design  Taking care, taking time  We've seen so many houses fall before.  CHORUS:  We are building a house growing tall before our eyes  Stone on stone, watch it rise!  We are building a house with our hands, with our songs  May it stand as long as our lives.  As we tinker with the plans  Gentle friends lend their hands  Laying down a sturdy hardwood floor  For the future, from the past  Room to change, built to last  Come the snows of winter we'll be warm.  CHORUS  BRIDGE:  And sometimes you'll need a vacation (I'll need one too)  Sunning on the sand, running in a blinding rain.  After the recreation  We can sleep in our own bed once again.  That easy chair you've always known  Photographs from long ago  Thanksgiving Day parade moving in  So many books upon the shelves  So much more to teach ourselves  Under this roof we shall begin.  CHORUS