That Old Black Magic

That Old Black Magic - Frank Sinatra

There's a bright golden haze on the meadow

There's a bright golden haze on the meadow

The corn is as high as an elephant's eye

An' it looks like

It's climbing clear up to the sky

Oh what a beautiful mornin'

Oh what a beautiful day

I got a beautiful feelin'

Everything's goin' my way

All the cattle are standin' like statues

All the cattle are standin' like statues

They don't turn their heads

When they see me ride by

But a little brown

Mav'rick is winkin' her eye

Oh what a beautiful mornin'

Oh what a beautiful day

I got a beautiful feelin'

Everything's goin' my way

All the sounds of the earth are like music

All the sounds of the earth are like music

The breeze is so busy

It don't miss a tree

And an old weepin'

Willer is laughin' at me

Oh what a beautiful mornin'

Oh what a beautiful day

I got a beautiful feelin'

Everything's goin' my way

Oh what a beautiful day