What a Wonderful World. . . Louis Armstrong

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 colors of the rainbow are so pretty in the sky . . . . . .And also on the faces of the 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 ever know
And I think to myself. . . . . . . . what a wonderful world . . . . Yes I think to myself . . . what a wonderful world.

F . . .Gm . . . F . . . Gm . . . . . .F . . . G#dim . . . Gm . . . C7

. . . . . . .F. . . . . . Am Am7 Bb . . . . . . . . Am Am7. . Gm . . . . . . . . . . . . F . . . . .Gdim. . . Dm
I see trees of green. . . . . . . . red roses too. . . . . . . . . . I see them bloom for me and you
. . . . . . .C# . . . . . . . . . .Gm . . . . . . . . . . . C9. . . . . . F . . . . G#dim Gm C7
And I think to myself. . . . . . . . what a wonderful world.
. . . . . . .F. . . . . . Am Am7 Bb . . . . . . . Am Am7. . . . . Gm . . . . . . . . . . . . F . . . . .Gdim. . . . . . . Dm
I see skies of blue . . and clouds of white . . . . The bright blessed day . . the dark sacred night
. . . . . . .C# . . . . . . . . . .Gm . . . . . . . . . . . C9. . . . . . F . . . Gm . . Am . . F#dim. .
And I think to myself. . . . what a wonderful world. .
. . . . . Gm7 . . . . . . C . . . . C9 . . . . . F . . . . . . . . Dm . Am . . . . . .Gm7 . . . . . . .C . . C9 . . . .F . . . . . . . Am . C
The colors of the rainbow are so pretty in the sky . . . . . .And also on the faces of the people going by
. . . . . . .Dm7 . . . . . . . . . Am7 . .C . . . . Dm7 . . . . . .Am7 . C . .Dm7 . . . . . . .. . . . F#dim . . Gm7 . . C C9
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do. . . . . . . . . They're really saying I love you.
. . . . . . . F. . . . Am Am7 Bb. . . . . . . . . . . . . .Am . .Gm . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . F . . . . . . Gdim. . . . . Dm. .
I hear babies cry, . . . . . . . . I watch them grow . . .They'll learn much more than I'll ever know
. . . . . . .C# . . . . . . . . . . . . Gm . . . . . . . . C C9. . . . F . . . . G#dim Gm7 C7 :|
And I think to myself. . . . . . . . what a wonderful world
. . . . Gm. . . . . . . . . . . . Gdim . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . F . . Eb9 . . Gm7 . . Gdim . . Fmaj7
Yes I think to myself . . . what a wonderful world.

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*The above file is this author's own work and
represents his interpretation of this well-known
song. This file may only be used for private study,
scholarship, or research.