Sleeping Beauty

I know you

I walked with you|once upon a dream

I know you

The gleam in your eyes|is so familiar a gleam

Yet I know it's true

That visions are seldom|all they seem

But if I know you|I know what you'll do

You'll love me at once

The way you did|once upon a dream

In a faraway land|long ago...

lived a king|and his fair queen.

Many years had they|longed for a child,

and finally their wish|was granted.

A daughter was born,|and they called her Aurora.

Sweet Aurora

Yes, they named her|after the dawn,

for she filled their lives|with sunshine.

Then a great holiday was proclaimed|throughout the kingdom...

so that all of|high or low estate...

might pay homage|to the infant princess.

And our story begins|on that most joyful day.

On that joyful day

On that joyful day

Joyfully now|to our Princess we come

Bringing gifts|and all good wishes too

We pledge our loyalty anew

Hail to the Princess Aurora

All of her subjects|adore her

Hail to the King|Hail to the Queen

Hail to the Princess Aurora

Health to the Princess|Wealth to the Princess

Long live the Princess Aurora

Hail, Aurora

Hail, Aurora

Health to the Princess|Wealth to the Princess

Long live the Princess Aurora

Hail to the King|Hail to the Queen

Hail to the Princess Aurora

Thus, on this great|and joyous day...

did all the kingdom celebrate|the long-awaited royal birth.

And good King Stefan and his queen|made welcome their lifelong friend.

Their Royal Highnesses,

King Hubert|and Prince Phillip!

Fondly had these monarchs|dreamed one day...

their kingdoms to unite.

Thus, today would they announce|that Phillip, Hubert's son and heir,

to Stefan's child|would be betrothed.

And so to her|his gift he brought...

and looked unknowing|on his future bride.

Their most honoured|and exalted excellencies,

the Three Good Fairies!

Mistress Flora,

Mistress Fauna...

and Mistress Merryweather!

- Oh!|- Oh!|- The little darling.

- Your Majesties.|- Your Majesties.|- Your Majesties.

Each of us the child|may bless with a single gift,

no more, no less.

Little Princess,

my gift shall be|the gift of beauty.

One gift

Beauty rare

Gold of sunshine

In her hair

Lips that shame|the red, red rose

She'll walk with springtime

Wherever she goes

Tiny Princess,

my gift shall be|the gift of song.

One gift

The gift of song

Melody her whole life long

The nightingale's|her troubadour

Bringing his sweet serenade|to her door

Sweet Princess,|my gift shall be the...

- Why, it's Maleficent.|- What does she want here?|- Shh!

Well, quite a glittering|assemblage, King Stefan.

Royalty, nobility,

the gentry, and...

How quaint.|Even the rabble.

I really felt quite distressed|at not receiving an invitation.

- You weren't wanted.|- Not wa...

Oh, dear, what|an awkward situation.

I had hoped it was merely due|to some oversight.

Well, in that event,|I'd best be on my way.

And you're not offended,|Your Excellency?

Why, no, Your Majesty.

And to show|I bear no ill will,

I, too, shall bestow|a gift on the child.

Listen well, all of you.

The Princess shall indeed|grow in grace and beauty,

beloved by all who know her.

But...

before the sun sets on|her sixteenth birthday,

she shall prick her finger|on the spindle of a spinning wheel...

and die.

Oh, no!

Seize that creature!

Stand back, you fools!

Don't despair, Your Majesties.

Merryweather still|has her gift to give.

Then she can undo|this fearful curse?

Oh, no, Sire.

Maleficent's powers|are far too great.

But she can help.

- But...|- Just do your best, dear.

Yes, go on.

Sweet Princess,

if through this|wicked witch's trick...

a spindle should|your finger prick,

a ray of hope there|still may be in this,

the gift I give to thee.

Not in death,|but just in sleep...

the fateful prophecy|you'll keep.

And from this slumber|you shall wake...

when true love's kiss|the spell shall break.

For true love

Conquers all

But King Stefan, still fearful|of his daughter's life,

did then and there decree that every|spinning wheel in the kingdom...

should on that very day|be burned.

So 'twas done.

Oh, silly fiddle-faddle!

Now, come have|a nice cup of tea, dear.

I'm sure it'll|work out somehow.

Well, a bonfire|won't stop Maleficent.

Of course not.|But what will?

- Well, perhaps if we reason with her.|- Reason?

- With Maleficent?|- Well, she can't be all bad.

Oh, yes, she can!

Ooh, I'd like to turn her|into a fat, old hoptoad.

Now, dear, that isn't|a very nice thing to say.

Besides, we can't. You know|our magic doesn't work that way.

It can only do good, dear,|to bring joy and happiness.

Well, that would|make me happy.

But there must be some way.

- There is!|- There is?

- What is it, Flora?|- I'm going to...

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh!|Even walls have ears.

Follow me.

I'll turn her into a flower.

- Maleficent?|- Oh, no, dear. The Princess.

Oh, she'd make|a lovely flower.

Don't you see? A flower|can't prick its finger.

- It hasn't any.|- That's right.

- She'll be perfectly safe.|- Until Maleficent sends a frost.

Yes! Eh... Oh, dear.

She always ruins|your nicest flowers.

You're right. And she'll be|expecting us to do something like that.

Oh! Well, what won't she expect?|She knows everything.

Oh, but she doesn't, dear.

Maleficent doesn't know|anything about love...

or kindness or the joy|of helping others.

You know, sometimes I don't|think she's really very happy.

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