We don't play slow and we don't play fast, we play half fast
And I think to myself what a wonderful world. Oh, yeah.
What we play is life.
I got a simple rule about everybody. If you don't treat me right - shame on you.
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
As a youngster in the little orphanage home in New Orleans, I was the bugler of the institution. When I got to be around 13 or 14 years old, they took me off the bugle and put me in the little brass band.