i see trees of green

and red roses, too.
i see them bloom
for her and you
and i keep thinking to myself,
"what a wonderful world,"
but i don't know why.

i see skies of blue
and clouds of white
your bright blessed day
my dark, sacred night
and i think to myself, by myself
"what a wonderful world,"
and then, i know why

the colors of the rainbow,
so pretty in the sky
are also on the faces
of people going by, except you
i see friends shaking hands
saying, "how do you do?"
they're really saying
"i love you,"
but you're not.

i hear babies cry
i watch them grow (except yours)
they'll learn much more
than i'll ever know,
but i hope not.
and i still think to myself,
"what a wonderful world"
though sometimes, it just isn't.
yeah, i think to myself

what a wonderful world