Anne Murray - Sunday sunrise

It's such a be^Cautiful day that the sky seems to say, "Good M^Dorning", wish the d^Gust off your shoes, throw a^G7way all your blues and start sm^Ciling. Take a g^Cood look around, there's no clouds looking down upon y^Dour way, so, ^Gwon't you decide to ^G7come back alive, it's a ^Cnew day.

^A Sunday sunrise, shining t^Dmhrough my windowpane ^D7 Chasing away my cares with a^Gll the pouring rain ^A Sunday sunrise un^Dmfolding like a smile ^D7 Making me feel just like a n^Gewborn baby c^G7hild

Well, I'm f^Ceeling so good, I keep knocking on wood, I'm not gr^Dieving, I hear b^Girds everywhere singing s^G7ongs in the air with a m^Ceaning. Saying it's t^Cime to wake up, get a whole new outlook from ^Dyour view, come on ^Gout where it's warm, it won't ^G7do any harm if you ^Cwant to.

^A Sunday sunrise, shining t^Dmhrough my windowpane ^D7 Chasing away my cares with a^Gll the pouring rain ^A Sunday sunrise un^Dmfolding like a smile ^D7 Making me feel just like a n^Gewborn baby c^G7hild

^A Sunday sunrise, shining t^Dmhrough my windowpane ^D7 Chasing away my cares with a^Gll the pouring rain ^A Sunday sunrise un^Dmfolding like a smile ^D7 Making me feel just like a n^Gewborn baby c^G7hild (fade)