Unless You Know What It

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

All Them Weird Chords Which Don't Mean A Thing...you Got No Melody To Remember, And No Beat To Dance To

Musicians Don't Retire; They Stop When There's No More Music In Them.

I Don't Let My Mouth Say Nothin' My Head Can't Stand.

Give Me A Kiss To Build A Dream On And My Imagination Will Thrive Upon That Kiss Sweetheart, I Ask No More Than This A Kiss To Build A Dream On.