Changing...
It keeps changing
I see towers
Where there were trees
Going,
All the stillness
The solitude,
Georgie
Sundays
Disappearing
All the time
When things were beautiful...
All things are beautiful
Mother
All trees, all towers
Beautiful
That tower-
Beautiful, Mother
See?
A perfect tree
Pretty isn't beautiful, Mother
Pretty is what changes
What the eye arranges
Is what is beautiful
Fading
I'm changing
You're changing
It keeps fading...
I'll draw us now before we fade
Mother
It keeps melting
Before our eyes
You watch
While I revise the world
Changing,
As we sit here-
Quick, draw it all
Georgie...
Sundays
Disappearing,
As we look-
Look! Look!
You make it beautiful
Oh, Georgie, how I long for the old view
( From musical Sunday in the Park With George)
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Changing...
It keeps changing
I see towers
Where there were trees
Going,
All the stillness
The solitude,
Georgie
Sundays
Disappearing
All the time
When things were beautiful...
All things are beautiful
Mother
All trees, all towers
Beautiful
That tower-
Beautiful, Mother
See?
A perfect tree
Pretty isn't beautiful, Mother
Pretty is what changes
What the eye arranges
Is what is beautiful
Fading
I'm changing
You're changing
It keeps fading...
I'll draw us now before we fade
Mother
It keeps melting
Before our eyes
You watch
While I revise the world
Changing,
As we sit here-
Quick, draw it all
Georgie...
Sundays
Disappearing,
As we look-
Look! Look!
You make it beautiful
Oh, Georgie, how I long for the old view
( From musical Sunday in the Park With George)
It keeps changing
I see towers
Where there were trees
Going,
All the stillness
The solitude,
Georgie
Sundays
Disappearing
All the time
When things were beautiful...
All things are beautiful
Mother
All trees, all towers
Beautiful
That tower-
Beautiful, Mother
See?
A perfect tree
Pretty isn't beautiful, Mother
Pretty is what changes
What the eye arranges
Is what is beautiful
Fading
I'm changing
You're changing
It keeps fading...
I'll draw us now before we fade
Mother
It keeps melting
Before our eyes
You watch
While I revise the world
Changing,
As we sit here-
Quick, draw it all
Georgie...
Sundays
Disappearing,
As we look-
Look! Look!
You make it beautiful
Oh, Georgie, how I long for the old view
( From musical Sunday in the Park With George)