I see oceans blue and deserts brown
Lights shining up from all the small towns
And I think to myself, "What a wonderful world"
I see the land with my uncles and aunts in
The rocky coasts,
The hills of Wisconsin
And I think to myself, "What a wonderful world"
The layers of ozone, in the stratosphere
The Auroral glow, so close and so clear
I see satellites blinking across the sky
The fluorocarbon mists drift by
Wars and poverty down below
Not so different from long ago
But I say to myself, "What a small fragile world"
Oh I think to myself, "What a small fragile world"