Tekstovi I Pesme

(WeissDouglas)

I see trees of green, red roses too
I watch them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself: What a Wonderful World


I see skies of blue, clouds of white
The bright blessed day and 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 the people passing by
I see friends shaking hands, saying: