Children and Art

You would have liked him

Mama, you would

Mama, he makes things

Mama, they're good

Just as you said from the start

Children and art

Children and art

He should be happy

Mama, he's blue

What do I do?

You should have seen it

It was a sight

Mama, I mean it

All color and light

I don't understand what it was

But, mama, the things that he does

They twinkle and shimmer and buzz

You would have liked them...

It...

Him...

Henry... Oh, Henry... Henry...

It's George, grandmother.

Of course it is.

I thought you were your father for a moment.

Did I ever tell you who that was?

Of course. It is your mother.

That is correct.

Isn't she beautiful?

There she is, there she is

There she is, there she is

Mama was everywhere

He must have loved her so much

Is she really in all those places, Marie?

This is our family

This is the lot

After I go, this is

All that you've got, honey

Now, let's not–

Wasn't she beautiful, though?

You would have liked her

Mama did things

No one had done

Mama was funny

Mama was fun

Mama spent money

When she had none

Mama said, "Honey

Mustn't be blue

It's not so much do what you like

As it is that you like what you do"

Mama said, "Darling

Don't make such a drama

A little less thinking

A little more feeling"

Now, don't start–

I'm just quoting mama

The child is so sweet

And the girls are so rapturous

Isn't it lovely how artists can capture us?

Yes, it is, Marie.

You would have liked her

Honey, I'm wrong

You would have loved her

Mama enjoyed things

Mama was smart

See how she shimmers

I mean from the heart

I know, honey, you don't agree

But this is our family tree

Just wait 'til we're there and you'll see

Listen to me

Mama was smart

Listen to mama

Children and art

Children and art

Goodbye, mama.