(George David Weiss, Bob Thiele)

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself, god damn, what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue, clouds of white
Bright blessed days and the dark sacred nights
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are alse on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands, sayin' how do you do
They're really sayin' "fuck 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
What a wonderful world