Eyes of the World

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world
The heart has its beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of its own

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 nut-thatch winters
Wings a mile long just carried the bird away

Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings
But the heart has its seasons, it's evenings and songs of its own

There comes a redeemer, and he slowly 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
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Credits
Writer(s): Robert Hunter, Jerome Garcia
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