I have posted about this song before, here and here. Over the weekend it was running through my head. As the lyrics formed, something didn't feel right. As I suspected, I was singing it wrong, lol. Not the first time this has happened. It truly is a wonderful world.
I see trees of green, red roses too (The next line was what I had wrong.)
I see them bloom for me and you (Icing in blue, 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 and the dark sacred night
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
The colors of the rainbow
I see friends shakin' hands
Sayin', "How do you do?"
They're really sayin'
"I love you"
I hear babies cry,
I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll ever know
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
Don't you think Satchmo was right?
What a wonderful world
You were right, Pops
Truthfully,
Joanne
2 comments:
Great song, great artist, great city. Sounds like the Big Easy is trying to call you back
Amazing how a place can pull on your soul that way. Rick mentioned the other day how much he missed it and was surprised since he never actually lived there.
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