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I’ve been trying to figure out when I discovered this artist (maybe through this song or through a phenomenal collaboration he did with a female singer as iconic as himself). My love affair with him and this period of American music began somewhere after college in the first expansion of my musical interests.

There is an awesome miniseries on the genre by Ken Burns (have I already given too much away?) that is probably ranks as the best documentary I have seen.

On a personal note, this song served as the backdrop for the mother-son dance at my wedding. It will forever remind me of the love my mom helped instill in me for music. Without further adieu …

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.

The colors of the rainbow,
So pretty in the sky.
Are also on the faces,
Of people going by,
I see friends shaking hands.
Saying, “How do you do?”
They’re really saying,
“I love you”.

I hear babies cry,
I watch them grow,
They’ll learn much more,
Than I’ll ever know.
And I think to myself,
What a wonderful world.

Yes, I think to myself,
What a wonderful world.

Oh yeah.

What a Wonderful World – Louis Armstrong