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