Fernando Ortega - This good day

^GMorning sun, and ^Dmorning glories ^Cpouring down the ^Ghill through my window ^DI can feel the ^Cocean breeze ^GNoisy sparrows ^Dfill the oak trees ^Cswallows can't stay ^Gstill and in the glad ^Dcommotion, Lord you ^Cspeak to me

If ^Emrain clouds ^Acome^Asus, ^{A Em}or the cold wind ^Ablows^{Asus A C}You're the one who goes before me

That this good ^Gday,^D/F# it is a ^Cgift from you The world is ^Gturning in its ^D/F#place because you ^Cmade it to I lift my ^Fvoice to ^Amsing a song of ^Dsuspraise ^D on this good ^Gday ^{D C G}

^GI will walk to ^Dwoodmans cove the ^Cfishing boats are ^Gleaving Seagulls follow ^Djust above the ^Cwater ^GI will wait un^Dtil the sunset ^Cbrings them home a^Ggain rigging lines and ^Danchors in the ^Charbor

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^Cand in my heart I^D know That this good ^Gday, ^D/F# it is a ^Cgift from you the world is ^Gturning in its ^D/F#place because you ^Cmade it to I lift my ^Fvoice to ^Amsing a song of ^Dsuspraise ^D on this good ^Cday