(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