Louis Armstrong | foto Art Kane

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 day
The dark sacred night
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
Ooh, yes

I   e  re    f gr  n
 e   o e   oo
I s e the    o m
For me      u
A  I   I   t  my   f
  at a  o d  ful    d

    e s I s o  lu e
    c o  s  f w  t
T e br   t  les e   ay
T e    rk s c e  ni  t
  d I   in  t  my  
  at a  o d  ful     d

  e  o or  o  t e   in  w
So   et y I    e s y
A   a  o o  t e     s
 f  e p e go  g  y
I   e  ri   s s   I g    ds
 a I  , ” ow do       ?”
     re r    y  a  g
I      y 

  he r   b es  ry
  w   h   em  ow
T  y’ l  ear      mo e
  an            w
  d                f
         on   f l     d
           k t     lf
   t a               
Ooh