(listen 2 minutes to Louis Armstrong while reading my post)
I see trees of green, red roses too. I see them blue before 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 colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky,
or 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 ever know.
And I think to myself: what a wonderful world.
Yes, I think to myself: what a wonderful world.
Ooh yeah!
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