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.