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 everything's beautiful in its own way.      When 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 everything's beautiful in its own way.      Words can't describe what I feel inside   When I see the beauty in each coming day   What my eyes behold can't be bought or sold   And everything's beautiful in its own way.      When I see the clouds form a black summer windstorm   That uproots the harvest and hurls it away   In the midst of such anger, destruction 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 each coming day   What my eyes behold can't be bought or sold   And everything's beautiful in its own way.      In its own way, in its own way...