Chris Thompson

Good to be alive

Chris Thompson


The sun comes up on a brand new day 
There´s the sweet, sweet smell of the new mawn hay 
Across the valley I can see the children play 
Oh boy it´s good to be alive 

The church bell rings in the market square 
As the crowds roll up for the village fair 
I sit in the fields and breath that country air 
Oh boy, it´s good to be alive 

Well I payed my dues and I took my chance 
Cried some tears, had some laughs 
I guess I lost my innocence, but I found my heart 
Oh boy, it´s good to be alive 

Though you can´t hold on to childhood 
You should never lose your dreams 
I payed a price for wisdom 
In learning what love means 

When the sun goes down and the shadows grow 
As I warm myself in the fire´s glow 
And I thank the Lord for bringing me safely home 
Oh boy it´s good to be alive