This Good Day Morning sun and 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
Chorus: If the 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.
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.
