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.
Chorus: 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, 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.
