Text: Ron Sexsmith. Beautiful View.

If I had all this time on my hands
Well I would love to share it with you
And though our days have made other plans
There is nothing I'd rather do
Than sit and talk with you
My beautiful view

The squinting of her eyes when she smiles
The glinting of sun in her hair
She wets her lips and takes a sip of
Her tea as I try not to stare
And though I try
Not to
It's such beautiful view

Oh my heart
What's all the commotion about?
For so long
I guess you've been going without...

With all these numbers staring me down
And all this stormy weather
So grey
So many grim reminders
Of how much I have lost along the way
But you remind me
It's true
Of a beautiful view

Well there is nothing I'd rather do
Than sit and talk with you
My beautiful view

All I wanna do
Is take a walk
Girl, with you
My
Beautiful view