[OLD LADY, spoken]
I remember when you were a little boy. You would rise up early on a Sunday morning and go for a swim. 

[GEORGE, spoken]
I do not know how to swim. 

[OLD LADY, spoken]
The boys would come by the house to get you. And your father would walk you all to the banks of the Seine. 

[GEORGE, spoken]
Father was never faithful to us. 

[OLD LADY, spoken]
And he would give you boys careful instruction, telling you just how far to swim out. 

[GEORGE, spoken]
He certainly never instructed. 

[OLD LADY, spoken]
And now, look across there, in the distance, all those beautiful trees cut down for a foolish tower. 

[GEORGE, spoken]
I do not think there were ever trees there. 

[OLD LADY, spoken]
How I loved the view from here. 
(sung)
Changing

[GEORGE, spoken]
I'm quite certain that was an open field. 

[OLD LADY]
It keeps changing

[GEORGE, spoken]
I used to play there as a child. 

[OLD LADY]
I see towers
Where there were trees

Going
All the stillness
The solitude
Georgie

Sundays
Disappearing
All the time
When things were beautiful
[GEORGE]
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

[OLD LADY]
Fading

[GEORGE]
I'm changing
You're changing

[OLD LADY]
It keeps fading

[GEORGE]
I'll draw us now before we fade
Mother
[OLD LADY]
It keeps melting
Before our eyes

[GEORGE]
You watch
While I revise the world

[OLD LADY]
Changing
As we sit here
Quick, draw it all
Georgie

[GEORGE & OLD LADY]
Sundays

[OLD LADY]
Disappearing
As we look

[GEORGE, spoken]
Look! Look!

[OLD LADY]
You make it beautiful

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