michael buble
what a wonderful world
INSTRUMENTAL 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. 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. The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky. Are also on the faces of people goin' by. I see friends shaking hands, saying: "How do you do?" They're really saying, "I love you". I hear babies crying, I watch them grow, There ain't much more, that I'll never know. And I think to myself, What a wonderful world. INSTRUMENTAL The colours 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, "I love you". I hear babies crying, I watch them grow, There ain't much more, that I'll never know. And I think to myself, What a wonderful world. Yes, I think to myself, What a wonderful world. INSTRUMENTAL