How Beautiful You Are   





You want to know why I hate you? 

Well I'll try and explain... 

You remember that day in Paris 

When we wandered through the rain 

And promised to each other 

That we'd always think the same 

And dreamed that dream 

To be two souls as one 

And stopped just as the sun set 

And waited for the night 

Outside a glittering building 

Of glittering glass and burning light... 

 

And in the road before us 

Stood a weary greyish man 

Who held a child upon his back 

A small boy by the hand 

The three of them were dressed in rags 

And thinner than the air 

And all six eyes stared fixedly on you 

 

The father's eyes said  Beautiful! 

How beautiful you are!  

The boy's eyes said 

 How beautiful! 

She shimmers like a star!  

The childs eyes uttered nothing 

But a mute and utter joy 

And filled my heart with shame for us 

At the way we are 

 

I turned to look at you 

To read my thoughts upon your face 

And gazed so deep into your eyes 

So beautiful and strange 

Until you spoke 

And showed me understanding is a dream 

 I hate these people staring 

Make them go away from me!  

 

The fathers eyes said  Beautiful! 

How beautiful you are!  

The boys eyes said 

 How beautiful! She glitters like a star!  

The child's eyes uttered joy 

And stilled my heart with sadness 

For the way we are 

 

And this is why I hate you 

And how I understand 

That no-one ever knows or loves another 

 

Or loves another