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
Louis ArmstrongDo you know what it means to miss New Orleans. When that's where you left your heart. The moonlight on the bayou a creole tune that fills the air. I dream about magnolias in bloom and I'm wishin' I was there.
Louis ArmstrongIf I donโt practice for a day, I know it. If I donโt practice for two days, the critics know it. And if I donโt practice for three days, the public knows it.
Louis Armstrong