Eyes of the World sing and play along

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,

wond'ring where the nuthatch winter's

wings a mile long just carried the bird

away.

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

But the heart has its beaches,

its homeland and thoughts of its own.

Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings.

But the heart has its seasons,

its evenings and songs of its own.

There comes a redeemer and he slowly too fades away,

and there follows his wagon behind him that's loaded with clay.

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

times we walk alone, and night comes so quiet,

it's close on the heels of the day.

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

But the heart has its beaches,

its homeland and thoughts of its own.

Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings.

But the heart has its seasons,

its evenings and songs of its own.

There Sometimes we live no particular way but our own,

and there sometimes we visit your country and live in your home.

And the Sometimes we ride on your horses,

to bloom and de sometimes we walk alone,

and sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own.