His singing was gravelly and raspy.
He hadn’t been allowed in the front door of opportunity.
I see trees of green…….. red roses too
I see em bloom….. for me and for you
And I think to myself.… what a wonderful world.
He had worked hard all his life.
But he didn’t care
His work was fun, for he was the ultimate Entertainer.
He sang and played in a wonderful world.
I see skies of blue….. clouds of white
Bright blessed days….dark sacred nights
And I think to myself …..what a wonderful world.
For a man who knew the Blues… The Blues of the Segregrated South.
And Boy, that man could blow that Gabriel horn.
Where in the world did all that Jass come from?