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.