the music tells the story – what a wonderful world…

If there was ever a rival for my father’s favorite song of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow,” it would have to be this classic, “What a Wonderful World.”  Louis Armstrong’s raspy voice is the only voice he ever liked singing these lyrics and melody.  It was sacred to him.  And I tend to agree.

In contrast, my own father’s voice was silky and smooth and so he never felt adequate to sing this song.  But he loved it.  I always found it a little ironic that he loved it so much because it is filled with such positivism, joy and hope, something I think sometimes my dad fought hard to find himself many days.  And maybe that’s why he loved it so.  Maybe it inspired those things to rise up within him, even for only a few minutes while the song played.  Maybe it renewed his hope that the world can be wonderful and opened his mind up to optimism and contentedness.

Personally, I always took meaningful phrases from the lyrics and applied them to our relationship, mine and his.  As I’ve mentioned before, he was not good with traditional ways to show love and affection for those he cared about so lines like, “I see friends shaking hands saying, ‘How do you do?’ They’re really saying, ‘I love you” really reminded me that sometimes it is in the quiet, heartfelt actions of a soul where you will find the love… even if you don’t hear it or see it in any other way.

He used to always tell me I was smarter than him so hearing, “I see babies cry, I watch them grow, they’ll learn much more than I’ll ever know,” simply makes me think this must have been how my father felt.  He was working hard, helping me get through my own school and education when he never had an opportunity for any of that himself, all so that I’d have a better foundation through my life.  It was an incredible gift from him.  I always chuckle to myself though in regards to this because I always felt, in return, that he was one of the smartest people I have ever known and like he thought he was inadequate to sing this song, I often thought I was inadequate to match the knowledge he held.  He was gifted in math and social sciences; he could recall dates and events and calculate numbers with no assistance from calculators like it was nothing.  I was always so impressed with his talents.

“What a Wonderful World” it was when I could listen to my dad sing, hear him talk so intelligently about history, or watch him crunch numbers with no trouble.  I miss it.  I miss him.


LYRICS – Courtesy, Google Play

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I say to myself
What wonderful world

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
Bright sunny days, dark sacred nights
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world

The colors of the rainbow are so pretty in the skies
Are also on the faces of people walking by
I see friends shaking hands saying
How do you do?
They’re really saying
I love you

I see 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

And I say to myself
What a wonderful world

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