"...my eyes were big blue question marks. Now they're big green dollar marks."
-- Mr. Smith Goes To Washington
I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself -- God d***, 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: "f*** you"
I hear babies cry, I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll never know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.
What a wonderful world.
-- Mr. Smith Goes To Washington
I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself -- God d***, 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: "f*** you"
I hear babies cry, I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll never know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.
What a wonderful world.