What a Wonderful World
I see trees of green
Red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
I see skies of blue
And clouds of white
The bright blessed day
The dark sacred night
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
The colours of the 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 will ever know
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
Writer/s: George David WeissGeorge Douglas, George Douglas
