| I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom, for me and you,
And I think to my self, what a wonderful world.
I see skyes of blue, and clouths of white,
the bright blessed day, the dark sacred night.
And I think to my self, 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?
THER REALLY SAYING,
I LOVE YOU.
I hear babies crying, I watch them grow,
They learn much more, than I'll never know,
And I think to my self 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?
YHEY REALLY SAYING,
I LOVE YOU.
I hear babies crying, I watch them grow,
They learn much more, than I'll never know.
And I think to my self, what a wonderful world.
I think to my self, what a wonderful world. |
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