I would mould a world of fire and dew With no one bitter, grave, or over wise, And nothing marred or old to do you wrong.

Life moves out of a red flare of dreams Into a common light of common hours, Until old age bring the red flare again.

Land of Heart's Desire, Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood, But joy is wisdom, time an endless song.

The Land of Faery, Where nobody gets old and godly and grave, Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue.

And the war rages on in a land called somewhere And Generals order their men to kill And to fight for a cause theyve long ago forgotten While a little cloud we…

O little town of Bethlehem, How still we see thee lie! Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by; Yet in thy dark streets shineth The everlasti…

Some of you young folks been saying to me, 'Hey Pops, what you mean 'What a wonderful world'? How about all them wars all over the place? You call them wonderf…