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'rin' where the nutWake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world,
wings a mile long just carried the bird away. the heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own.
But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenin's and songs of it's own.
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings,
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,
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world,
and night comes so quiet, it's close on the heels of the day.
But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenin's and songs of it's own.
the heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own.
And sometimes we visit your country and live in your home,
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings, Sometimes we live no particular way but our own,
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,
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings,
the heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own.
But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenin's and songs of it's own.
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