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 r-ain 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

~Chorus~

If r-ain 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
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