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      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   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