what a wonderful world

Ingrid Michaelson

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 ever know
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself
What a wonderful world