Jake Gyllenhaal and Penny Fuller - Beautiful

I remember when you were a little boy
You would rise up early on a Sunday morning and go for a swim

I do not know how to swim

The boys would come by the house to get you
And your father would walk you all to the banks of the Seine

Father was never faithful to us

And he would give you boys careful instruction, telling you just how far to swim out

He certainly never instructed

And now, look across there, in the distance
All those beautiful trees cut down for a foolish tower

I do not think there were ever trees there

How I loved the view from here

Changing

I'm quite certain that was an open field

It keeps changing

I used to play there as a child

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.

Written by:
Stephen Sondheim

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Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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