Sleeping Beauty

I know you

I walked with you once upon a dream.

I know you.

The gleam in your eyes

ls 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

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.

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 honored and exalted excellencies,

the three good fairies.

Mistress Flora!

Mistress Fauna!

And Mistress Merry weather!

- Oh. - Oh.

The little darling.

- 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...

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 want...

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 16th 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.

Merry weather 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 feartul 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 it was 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.

I'd like to turn her into a fat, old hop toad.

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...

Even walls have ears.

Follow me.

- I'll turn her into a flower. - Maleficent?

No, 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...

Oh, dear.

She always ruins your nicest flowers.

You're right.

And she'll be expecting us to do something like that.

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, that's very nice of them.

Who are they?

Turn around.

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, yes, but we'd have to feed it.

And wash it and dress it and rock it to sleep. Oh, I'd love it.

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 magic.

I'll take those wands right now.

Oh, better get rid of those wings, too.

You mean live like mortals? For 16 years?

Uh-huh.

Now, now, we don't know how.

We've never done anything without magic.

And that's why Maleficent will never suspect.