Verse One
Right outside this lazy summer home
You dont have time to call your soul a critic, no
Right outside the lazy gate of winters summer home
Wondering where the nuthatch winters
Wings a mile long just carried the bird away
Chorus
Wake up to find out
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
Verse Two
There comes a redeemer
And he slowly too fades away
There follows a wagon behind him
Thats loaded with clay
And the seeds that were silent
All burst into bloom and decay
The night comes so quiet
And its close on the heels of the day
Chorus
Wake up to find out
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
Verse Three
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
Chorus
Wake up to find out
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