On a good day, the s[D]now on th[G]e pines [A] Could be diamonds the way it[D] glitters and shines And on a [D]good day,[G] the steam from my cup [A] Rises in a ribbon like a[D] prayer going up And I can c[G]lose my eyes and not [D]see your smile [A] And I feel like my[A7]self again for a[D] little while And the [G]mountains breathe, just...