(George David Weiss, Bob Thiele) I see trees of green, red roses too I see them bloom for me and you And I think to myself, god damn, what a wonderful world I see skies of blue, clouds of white Bright blessed days and the dark sacred nights And I think to myself what a wonderful world The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are alse on the faces of people going by I see friends shaking hands, sayin' how do you do They're really sayin' "f** 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 What a wonderful world