What A Wonderful World
George David Weiss, Robert Thiele
I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom, for me and for you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
I see skies of blue, clouds of white
Bright blessed days, dark sacred nights
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
The colors of a rainbow
So pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces
Of people going by
I see friends shaking hands, saying how do you do
They're really saying, I love you
I hear babies cry, I watch them grow
They'll learn much more
Than I'll never know
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself
What a wonderful world