Diamonds

My uncle on my father's side's a farmer
 He is old now but smiles just the same
 Spent his life working way over yonder
 In the fields among the rocks and the clay
 He says: "Tell me what more is a diamond, son,
 Than a stone in the blind man's hand
 If you'd see what I see then you too
 Could be king with a kingdom in hand"
 Now I can't help but think that there's a truth there
 Something missing in this modern trance
 Maybe to live and work the land of your fathers
 Is the offering our sanity demands
 People chase the end of the rainbow
 Because they heard there's the end of their tales
 I just wanna be walking up the old dirtroad
 Passed the birchtrees I'll see my uncle wave, singing:
 "Tell me what more is a diamond, son,
 Than a stone in the blind man's hand,
 People run, running round round in circles until their
 Diamonds get lost in the sand"
 Oh, how I wish I'd be like him
 Free from a world that's speeding
 "Don't play their game, boy, can't you see
 The more you get the less you dream,
 Don't put your faith in faithless lies,
 The cheering warmth of summer never dies
 The cheering warmth of summer holds the instruments of life"
 I don't know if this is really true or not
 But a friend told me Syd Barrett said
 That the only way to be free is to lie still in your bed
 Then there's no end to the possibilities
 So tell me what more is a Diamond,
 Than a stone in the blind man's hand
 Our life's need to be cut into pieces
 So we can live every possible end
 "Don't play their game, boy, can't you see
 The more you get the less you dream,
 Don't put your faith in faithless lies,
 The cheering warmth of summer never dies
 The cheering warmth of summer holds the instruments of life"