| Morning sun and morning glories
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| Pouring down the hill
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| Through my window
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| I can feel the ocean breeze
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| Noisy sparrows fill the oak trees
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| Swallows can’t stay still
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| And in the glad commotion
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| Lord, You speak to me
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| If rain clouds come
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| Or the cold winds blow
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| You’re the One who goes before me
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| And in my heart I know
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| That this good day, it is a gift from You
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| The world is turning in its place
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| Because You made it to
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| I lift my voice to sing a song of praise
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| On this good day
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| I will walk to woodman’s cove
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| The fishing boats are leaving
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| Seagulls follow just above the water
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| I will wait until the sunset
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| Brings them home again
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| Rigging lines and anchors in the harbor
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| If rain clouds come
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| Or the cold winds blow
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| You’re the One who goes before me
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| In my heart I know
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| That this good day, it is a gift from You
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| The world is turning in its place
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| Because You made it to
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| I lift my voice to sing a song of praise
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| On this good day
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| If rain clouds come
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| Or the cold winds blow
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| You’re the One who goes before me
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| And in my heart I know
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| That this good day, it is a gift from You
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| The world is turning in its place
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| Because You made it to
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| This good day, it is a gift from You
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| The world is turning in its place
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| Because You made it to
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| I lift my voice to sing a song of praise
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| On this good day |