This Good Day - Fernando Ortega

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