Eyes Of The World
Hunter & Garcia, 1973
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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.
Wonderin' where the nut-thatch winter's, wings a mile long,
Just carried, the bird, away.
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Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world.
But the heart has its beaches, its homelands and thoughts of its own.
Wake now, discover, that you are the song that 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.
There follows a wagon behind him, that's loaded with clay.
And the seeds that were silent, all burst into bloom and decay-ay.
And night comes so quiet, it's close on the heels of the day.
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.