I see trees of green, red roses too
all around me are familiar faces
I see them bloom for me and you
worn out places, worn out faces
and I think to myself what a wonderful world.
Bright and early for their daily races
I see skies of blue and clouds of white
going nowhere, going nowhere
the bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
their tears are filling up their glasses
and I think to myself what a wonderful world.
No expression, no expression
the colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
are also on the faces of people going by.
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
I find it hard to tell you
they're really saying I love you.
I find it hard to take
I hear babies crying, I watch them grow
when people run in circles
they'll learn much more than I'll never know
it's a very, very mad world, mad world
and I think to myself what a wonderful world.
