| Eb | Ab | Eb | C# | Ab | | I see | trees of | green, | red roses, | too, |
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| Bbm7 | Cm | C7 | Fm7 | | I see them | bloom for | me and for | you, |
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| C# | D | And I | think to myself, | |
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| Eb | Eb7 | Ab | | "What a won | derful | world." |
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| Eb | Ab | Eb | C# | Ab | | I see | skies of | blue, | clouds of | white, |
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| Bbm7 | Cm | C7 | Fm7 | The | bright blessed | days and the | dark sacred | nights, |
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| C# | D | And I | think to myself, | |
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| Eb | Ab | | "What a wonderful | world." |
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| | Eb | | The | colors of the rainbow, |
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| | Ab | | so | bright up in the sky, |
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| | Fm | Cm | | I see | friends shakin' | hands, |
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| | Fm | Cm | | sayin', | "How do you | do?" |
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| | Fm | Cm | | | They're really | sayin', |
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| Eb | Ab | Eb | C# | Ab | | I hear | babies | cry, and | watch them | grow; |
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| Bbm7 | Cm | C7 | Fm7 | They'll | learn so much | more than | I will ever | know, |
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| C# | D | And I | think to myself, | |
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| Eb | Ab | | "What a wonderful | world." |
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| | Eb | | The | colors of the rainbow, |
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| | Ab | | so | bright up in the sky, |
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| | Fm | Cm | | I see | friends shakin' | hands, |
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| | Fm | Cm | | sayin', | "How do you | do?" |
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| | Fm | Cm | | | They're really | sayin', |
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| | Bbm7 | Fm | Eb | | | "I | love | you.": |
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| Eb | Ab | Eb | C# | Ab | | I hear | babies | cry, and | watch them | grow; |
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| Bbm7 | Cm | C7 | Fm7 | They'll | learn so much | more than | I will ever | know, |
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| C# | D | And I | think to myself, | |
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| Eb | Ab | Ab/G | F7 | | "It's a wonderful | world." | | |
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| C# | D | Eb | Ab | Yes, I | think to myself, | | "It's a won - der - ful | wor |
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