Morning sun, morning glories Pouring down the hill Through my window I can feel the ocean breeze Noisy sparrows fill the oak trees Swallows can't stay still And in the glad commotion Lord, You speak to me
If rain clouds come Or the cold winds blow You're the one who goes before me And in my heart I know That this good day, it is a gift from You The world is turning in its place Because You made it to I lift my voice to sing a song of praise On this good day
I will walk to woodman's cove The fishing boats are leaving Seagulls follow just above the water I will wait until the sunset Brings them home again Rigging lines and anchors in the harbor
If rain clouds come Or the cold winds blow You're the one who goes before me And in my heart I know This good day, it is a gift from You The world is turning in its place Because You made it to I lift my voice to sing a song of praise On this good day