Eyes of the World

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
 Wonderin' where the nut-thatch winters
 Wings a mile long just carried the bird away
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 Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world
 
 The heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own
 Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings
 But the heart has its seasons, its evenin's and songs of its own
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 There comes a redeemer, and he slowly too fades away
 There follow his wagon behind him and 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
 
 And the heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own
 Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings
 But the heart has its seasons, its evenin's and songs of its own
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 Sometimes we live, no particular way but our own
 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
 And the heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own
 
 Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings
 The heart has its seasons, its evenin's and songs of its own