Lyrics:

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