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
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.
- 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.
That's it! Of course.
It's the only thing she can't|understand and won't expect.
Now, now, now, we'll have|to plan it carefully.
Let's see. The woodcutter's cottage.|Yes, yes, the abandoned one.
Of course, the King|and Queen will object.
But when we explain|it's the only way...
Explain what?
About the three peasant women|raising a foundling child...
deep in the forest.
- Oh? Oh, that's very nice of them.|- Who are they?
Turn around.
- Eww!|- Why, it's us!
- Uh-huh.|- You mean, "we" us?
- Uh-huh.|- Take care of the baby?
- Why not?|- Oh, I'd like that!
Well, y-yes, but w-w-we'd|have to feed it a...
And wash it and dress it|and rock it to sleep.
- Oh, I'd love it.|- Do you really think we can?
If humans can do it,|so can we.
- And we'd have our magic to help us.|- That's right.
No, no, no, no, no, no!|No magic!
I'll take those wands|right now.
Oh, better get rid|of those wings too.
You mean live like mortals?|For sixteen years?
- Uh-huh.|- B-Bu... Now, now, we...|we don't know how.
We've never done anything|without magic.
And that's why Maleficent|will never suspect...
- But... But who'll wash?|- And cook?
- Oh, we'll all pitch in.|- I'll take care of the baby.
Let me have it, dear.
Come along now. We must tell|their Majesties at once.
- Flora?|- Flora?
So the King and his Queen|watched with heavy hearts...
as their most precious|possession, their only child,
disappeared into the night.
Many sad and lonely years|passed by...
for King Stefan|and his people.
But as the time for the Princess's|sixteenth birthday drew near,
the entire kingdom|began to rejoice.
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