Louis Armstrong (1968). 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 color 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 sayin': "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
Monday, August 5, 2019
What A Wonderful World
Louis Armstrong (1968). 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 color 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 sayin': "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
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