(George Weis/George Douglas)
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 shakin' hands, sayin' "How do you do?"
They're really saying "I love you".
I hear babies cryin', I watch them grow,
They'll learn much more than I'll ever know,
And I think to myself,
what a wonderful world.
Yes, I think to myself,
what a wonderful world.
