CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : 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. 
(sung)
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

(spoken)
Oh, Georgie, how I long for the old view.