Bubijeva pesmarica

I see trCees of greeen, rFed roses tooe​
FI see them bCloom E₇for me and a₇you
And I thd₇ink to my self, what a wG₇onderful woCrld

I see skCies of bleueF​ and clouds eof white
FA bright blessed dCay,E₇​ a dark sacred naight
And I thd₇ink to my self, what a woG₇nderful worCld.

The cG₇olors of the rainbow so preCtty in the sky
Are aG₇lso in the faces of peCople going by
I see friFends shakin' heands, sayinF' "How do youe​ do?"
ThFey're really saA₇yin': "Id​ lod₇ve youG."

I hear bCabies crey,F​ I watch them greow
FThey'll learn much mCore E₇than I'll ever knowa​
And I thd₇ink to my self, what a woG₇nderful worCld.
Yes I thd₇ink to my self what a woG₇nderful worCld.