I see trees of green, red roses too I see them bloom for me and for 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 colors 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 cry, I watch them grow They'll learn much more than I'll never know And I think to myself what a wonderful world And I think to myself what a wonderful world -
Moon river, wider than a mile I’m crossing you in style one day Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker Wherever you’re goin’I’m going’ your way Two drifters, off to see the world There’s such a lot of world to see We’re after the same rainbow’send, waitin’ ’round the bend My huckleberry friend, moon river, and me
Yes the sidewalk soon will launch you into Brooklyn through the air. And they will give a cheer I am sure when you are coming near to the ground.
yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Early in the morning when you fly away Oh, early in the morning when you fly away
"Beautiful life full of greiving," so will sing the Russian choir. They will sing in the square
as you come down through the Brooklyn air to the ground.
yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Early in the morning when you fly away oh, early in the morning when you fly away
babababa...
Early in the morning when you fly away oh, early in the morning when you fly away oh, early in the morning when you fly away oh, early in the morning when you fly away oh, early in the morning when you fly away oh, early in the morning when you fly away
Regret has gone down in my estimation now. The old world had you smiling out, putting your arms around. I tell myself now things I would have told to you, the smallest plan, the greatest news. The more days come, the more it's true.
Right now I've got to get back home, in from the sad day out. Missing you forever, yes, I shout, yes I, yes I, yes I am.
I'm going down the Lake Shore Drive. I think I see your face, now I'm looking for you every place yes I, yes I, yes I am.
It seems the right time to let go of the steep incline of this day and to know you're mine forever and I will be fine. In me will you shine, shine, shine, will you shine.
Right now I've got to get back home, in from the sad day out. Missing you forever, yes, I shout, yes I, yes I, yes I am.
I'm going down the Lake Shore Drive. I think I see your face, now I'm looking for you every place yes I, yes I, yes I am.
I'm stepping through the streams and fountains of the sad day out. Missing you forever, yes, I shout, yes I, yes I, yes I am.
I'm going down the Lake Shore Drive. I think I see your face, now I'm looking for you every place yes I, yes I, yes I am. Yes I, yes I, yes I am. Yes I, yes I, yes I am.
Since I still tell you my every day, my darling, I think you always hear me from the sweet away, the sweet away. Did you see us picnicking at lakeside in the state park today? All these things I want you to be part of, darling, you'll be.
One song singing through this neighborhood is loneliness. Since I still tell you my everyday I think you hear, with a perfect vision now,
oh with a perfect ear to me. All my life I don't find anyone like you.
I wish you'd be at Bethany. I wish you'd come to violin with me. Since I still tell you my every day, all these things I want you to be part of, darling, you'll be.
There are the days I cannot know or understand, A piano in a moving van, way behind at the light. And a wave is rolling over. A wave is moving over. A wave is rolling over me, over me, over me. The time of mistakes. Will it ever change to another time like a season when the snow will slide off the house and leave the house clean? And a wave is rolling over. A wave is moving over. A wave is rolling over me, over me, over me. A singing bird. I call your name in the middle of the nighttime. I’m the smallest bird who calls your name in the middle of the day. And a wave is rolling over. A wave is moving over. A wave is rolling over me, over me, over me
Brave in the clothes of Georgie's You take a train to the North Winding through New York State in the morning leaves on the floor Gentle the rain at home Gentle the rain at home When we can and will return When we can and will return
He said I could just take the canoe whenever I need And if I go back over the lake the clouds may recede Gentle the rain at home Gentle the rain at home When we can and will return When we can and will return When we can and will return When we can and will return