(WeissDouglas)



I see trees of green, red roses too

I watch them bloom for me and you

And I think to myself: What a Wonderful World





I see skies of blue, clouds of white

The bright blessed day and 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 the people passing by

I see friends shaking hands, saying: