Eyes Of The World

Right outside this lazy summer home Ain't got time to call your solar critic, no

Right outside the lazy gate Of winter's summer home

Wondering where the nut that's winter's 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 its beaches, its

It's homeless in thoughts of its own

Awake up, discover that you are the song

And the morning rings

But the heart has its seasons

Its evenings and songs of its own

There comes a redeemer and he slowly too fades away

There follows his wagon, behind him that's loaded with day

And the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom and decay

And night comes so quiet, it's close to the heels of the day

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 up, discover the view of a song the morning brings.

But the heart has its seasons, its evenings, and songs of its own.

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

the heart has its beaches its homeland and thoughts of its own

wake up discover that you are the song in the morning brings

But the heart has its seasons, its evenings, and songs of its own.