It's changin', it keeps changin' I see towers where there were trees Going all the stillness The solitude Georgia 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 Walking high in ranges Is what is beautiful I'm changing, you're changing I'll drop now before we fade Mother, you watch while I revise the world Changing as we sit here Quiet all, Georgia Sundays disappearing as we look, look You make it beautiful Oh Georgia, how I long for the old view