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 away

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world

The heart has its beaches, its homeless and thoughts of its own

Wake up, discover that you are the song in 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 the morning brings.

The heart has its seasons, its evenings, and songs of its own.