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Eyes of the World (Live in New Jersey, April 1, 1988) - Grateful Dead (感恩而死)
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
Wondering where the nuthatch winter's
Wings a mile long
Just carried the bird away
Wake up to find out that
You are the eyes of the world
But the heart has it's beaches
It's homeland and thoughts of it's own
Wake now discover
That you are the song that the morning brings
But the heart has it's seasons
It's evenings and songs of it's 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
And night comes so quiet
It's close on the heels of the day
Wake up to find out that
You are the eyes of the world
But the heart has it's beaches
It's homeland and thoughts of it's own
Wake now discover that
You are the song that the morning brings
But the heart has it's seasons
It's evenings and songs of it's 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
But the heart has it's beaches
It's homeland and thoughts of it's own
Wake now discover that
You are the song that the morning brings
But the heart has it's seasons
It's evenings and songs of it's own
