When (C)I look out (F)o ver a (C)green field of (Bb)clo ver, or watch the sun set vest at the end of the (C)day,

I the get kind of (F)mood y when I (C)struc see such (Bb)beau ty and ev ’ry thing’s beau ti ful in its own (C)way.

When I see a (F)foun tain from (C)flow from a (Bb)moun tain, or see A pril show ers on bring flow ers to (C)May,

I can’t help but (F)pon der life (C)is such a (Bb)won der and ev ’ry things’s beau ti ful in its own (C)way.

(F)Words can’t de (G)scribe what (C)I feel in side when (F)I see the (G)beau ty in (C)each com ing (G)day.

What (C)my eyes be (F)hold can’t (C)be bought or (Bb)sold.

And ev ’ry thing’s beau ti ful in its own (C)way.

When in its own (C)way,

in its own (C)way,

in its own (C)way.