It feels so good to breathe the air,
Another spin around the sun..
On this speck of light in the universe,
The gift of love is there for everyone..

Angels working overtime,
Day or night, to hold the hands that bled all alone..
babe is born pure to the world as the old man lays down his head,
And closes his eyes, with nothing said..
Every year, another promise is made,
pint of beer raised towards a better day..
Lets find a star, a star to call our own,
And make a wish, maybe we can't make it home..

Ain't it good to be alive,..
To feel the sun, strong against your face?..
Strawberry blonde waves of silky hair,
It spills over me, like the Milky Way..

Ain't it good to be alive?!.
Ain't it good to be alive?!.

Alive, alive!
Alive, alive!

Ain't it good to breathe the air,
Another spin around the sun?..
On this speck of light in the universe,
little piece of life in everyone..

Ain't it good to be alive?..
Ain't it good to be alive,
To feel the sun strong against your face?!
It spills over me like the Milky Way..

Alive, alive!
Alive, alive!