I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
The colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people goin' by
I see friends shakin' hands, sayin' "How do you do?"
They're really sayin', "I love you."
I hear babies cry, I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll ever know
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