Good Day Alive

[Verse 1]
The river’s tapping time beneath our old wood deck,
Dad’s got a story and a cold drink sweating wet.
A fiddle skips a tune through the wide-open air,
I look at him and thank the Lord we’ve got this day to share.

[Chorus]
Oh, it’s a good day to be alive, with the water rolling by,
A little faith, a little laughter, and Dad right by my side.
Let that fiddle sing—thank God for this blue-sky kind of day,
We’ve got all we need right here, with nowhere else to be.

[Verse 2]
The sun lays gold across the ripples, soft and slow,
Dad points out a heron drifting where the cattails grow.
No big plans, no hurry, just the breeze and his old jokes,
And grace feels close as the easy conversation flows.

[Bridge]
For every breath, for every moment, every bend in the stream,
I’ll count these simple blessings like a favorite melody.

[Outro]
The fiddles fade, the water shines, the evening settles in,
And I thank the Lord for days like this—and Dad beside me again.