What a Wonderful World

[BarbaRosa]

(George Weiss / Bob Thiele)

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 colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shakin' hands, sayin' "How do you do?"
They're really saying "I love you"

I hear babies cryin', 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

Oh yeah




"And all I'm saying is, see what a wonderful world it would be if only we would give it a chance. Love, baby, love. That's the secret. Yeah." Louis "Satchmo" Armstrong

Just a little ray of sunshine from yesterday to help with today.

[chiburb]

1. EARLY MORNING HOURS

In the early morning hours,
when the dew is on the flowers
I can see
the day is near


And I can hear the church bells ringing
I can hear the birds are singing
Yes I hear
and it is real


And the splendor of the mountains
through the glittering, splashing fountains
are the things that stop my breath
and make me weep


And the times that I spent roaming
were a bright and shining omen
o'er the sea
oh freedom be


And here I am still smiling
in the intricate asylum of society
well I got to be


And the effluvium of excess
it is hidden at the behest of mentality
of a low degree


And though it seems unstoppable
it is not yet improbable
that the man can have his cake and eat it too
And the times that he spent roaming
were a bright and shining omen
o'er the sea
oh freedom be


And I have fended off the dangers
from the friends and from the strangers
and the force is still inside me
and you know it only serves to guide me
let me be
only a day goes by you're free
listen to me my friend you'll see
listen to me
listen to me my friend you'll see
listen to me


And when the light it comes to guide me
I will not bow down and hide me no siree, respectfully
and it is better to be humble
then pontificate and bumble
through the spree
of the people tree


And like the Martlett of the legend
I am on my way to heaven
if I do not touch the ground
I'll make it home
and the times that we'll be roaming
are a bright and shining omen
o'er the sea, Oh Lord Lord freedom be


And I have fended off the dangers
from the friends and from the strangers
and the force is still inside me
and you know it only serves to guide me
let me be
listen to me my friend you're free
listen to me my friend you'll see
listen to me

[kimchi]

2. I can't listen to this song without crying.

[TheZoo]

3. I love that song

I still think it's a great song; when things are bad I play it with "Here Comes The Sun".

I need to listen to both again; "Paint It Black" seems to be my mantra lately.