When I look out over a green field of clover
Or watch the sun set at the end of the day
I get kind of moody when I see such beauty
And every thing's beautiful in its own way

I see a fountain flow from a mountain
Or see April showers bring flowers to may
I can't help but ponder, life is such a wonder
And every thing's beautiful in its own way

Words can't describe what I feel inside
When I see the beauty in [bad word] day
What my eyes behold can't be bought or sold
And every thing's beautiful in its own way

When I see the clouds form a black summer windstorm
That uproots the harvest and hurls away
In the midst of such anger, [bad word] and danger
The storm's even beautiful in its own way

When I see leaves drop off from the treetop
Or see the snow fall on a cold winter's day
My thoughts seem to wander into the blue yonder
God made all things beautiful in their own way

Words can't describe what I feel inside
When I see the beauty in [bad word] day
What my eyes behold can't be bought or sold
And every thing's beautiful in its own way
In its own way, in its own way