The Grateful Dead - Eyes of the World lyrics
[The Grateful Dead - Eyes of the World lyrics]
Right outside this lazy summer home
You ain't got time to call
Your soul a critic no
Right outside the lazy gate
Of winter's summer home
Wondering where the nuthatch winters
Wings a mile long just carried the bird away
Wake up to find out that you
Are the eyes of the world
The heart has it's beaches
It's homeland and thoughts of it's own
Wake now, discover that you are the song
That the morning brings
But the heart has it's seasons
It's evenings and songs of it's own
There comes a redeemer
And he slowly too fades away
There follows a wagon behind him
That's loaded with clay
And the seeds that were silent
All burst into bloom and decay
And night comes so quiet
It's close on the heels of the day
Wake up to find out that you
Are the eyes of the world
The heart has it's beaches
It's homeland and thoughts of it's own
Wake now, discover that you are the song
That the morning brings
But the heart has it's seasons
It's evenings and songs of it's own
Sometimes we live no particular
Way but our own
And sometimes we visit your country
And live in your home
Sometimes we ride on your horses
Sometimes we walk alone
Sometimes the songs that we hear are
Just songs of our own
Wake up to find out that you
Are the eyes of the world
The heart has it's beaches
It's homeland and thoughts of it's own
Wake now, discover that you are the song
That the morning brings
But the heart has it's seasons
It's evenings and songs of it's own
You ain't got time to call
Your soul a critic no
Right outside the lazy gate
Of winter's summer home
Wondering where the nuthatch winters
Wings a mile long just carried the bird away
Wake up to find out that you
Are the eyes of the world
The heart has it's beaches
It's homeland and thoughts of it's own
Wake now, discover that you are the song
That the morning brings
But the heart has it's seasons
It's evenings and songs of it's own
There comes a redeemer
And he slowly too fades away
There follows a wagon behind him
That's loaded with clay
And the seeds that were silent
All burst into bloom and decay
And night comes so quiet
It's close on the heels of the day
Wake up to find out that you
Are the eyes of the world
The heart has it's beaches
It's homeland and thoughts of it's own
Wake now, discover that you are the song
That the morning brings
But the heart has it's seasons
It's evenings and songs of it's own
Sometimes we live no particular
Way but our own
And sometimes we visit your country
And live in your home
Sometimes we ride on your horses
Sometimes we walk alone
Sometimes the songs that we hear are
Just songs of our own
Wake up to find out that you
Are the eyes of the world
The heart has it's beaches
It's homeland and thoughts of it's own
Wake now, discover that you are the song
That the morning brings
But the heart has it's seasons
It's evenings and songs of it's own