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 (?) My father was never faithful to us He would give you boys careful Instructions and telling you just how far to swim out And 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 Oh, 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