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 days, the dark sacred nights
And I think to myself: what a wonderful world.
The colors 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'll never know
And I think to myself: what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself: what a wonderful world.
anon15sblah: ya rite.....if only everything was that neat and 'wonderful'....which world is the writer living in....no really....lol!!!
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