Eyes of the World

Right outside this

(A)lazy summer (Emaj7)home,

(Emaj7)you ain't got time to call (A)your

soul a critic, (Emaj7)no.

(Bm)Right outside the (C#m)lazy (B)gate of winter's summer (A)home,

(C#m)wond'ring where the (B)nuthatch winter's

(D)wings a mile (A)long just (E)carried the (A)bird

(E)away.

(G)Wake up to find that (C)you are the eyes of the (G)world.

(C)But the (G)heart has its beaches,

its (C)homeland and thoughts of its (G)own.

(D)Wake now, discover that (C)you are the song that the (G)morning brings.

(C)But the (G)heart has its seasons,

its (C)evenings and songs of its (D)own.

(Bm)There (Emaj7)comes a redeemer and (A)he slowly too fades (Emaj7)away,

(A)and there (Emaj7)follows his wagon (A)behind him that's loaded with (Emaj7)clay.

(A)And the seeds that were silent all (C#m)burst into bloom and (B)decay,

times we walk (A)alone, and (E)night comes so quiet,

it's (A)close on the heels of the (E)day.

(G)Wake up to find that (C)you are the eyes of the (G)world.

(C)But the (G)heart has its beaches,

its (C)homeland and thoughts of its (G)own.

(D)Wake now, discover that (C)you are the song that the (G)morning brings.

(C)But the (G)heart has its seasons,

its (C)evenings and songs of its (D)own.

(Bm)There (Emaj7)Sometimes we live no (A)particular way but our (Emaj7)own,

(A)and there (Emaj7)sometimes we visit your (A)country and live in your (Emaj7)home.

(A)And the Sometimes we ride on your (C#m)horses,

to bloom and de (B)sometimes we walk (A)alone,

and (E)sometimes the songs that we (A)hear are just songs of our (E)own.