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 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.