Oh, what a beautiful mornin' Oh, what a beautiful day I've got a beautiful feelin' Everything's goin' my way
Gm The sun comes out, a golden huzzar, from his tent, flashing his helm on the world.
Morning made a considerable difference in my general prospect of Life, and brightened it so much that it scarcely seemed the same
The lamp was burning dim and the first cold light of dawn was breaking through the window. The night had been long and dark but the day was the sweeter and the purer in consequence
Rays from the sunrise drew forth the buds and stretched them into long stalks, lifted up sap in noiseless streams, opened petals, and sucked out scents in invisible jets and breathings.
