All These Miracles Harry Connick, Jr.

Sometimes I see
A hummingbird
Or a rainbow paint the sky
Or I hear a baby cry
Miracles
They're all miracles

So quietly
Your voice is heard
Like a gentle lullaby
And I know exactly why
A miracle
It's a miracle

Sometimes the little things
Are so hard to see
And good things hard to do
But I know in this great big world
That you still see me
Please bring me closer to you

But, thankfully
There is a word
When reason won't apply
All the things that mystify
Miracles
They're called miracles