作词 : Robert Hunter/Jerry Garcia 作曲 : Robert Hunter/Jerry Garcia 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 up to find out that you are the eyes of the world 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 mornin' brings But the heart has it's seasons, it's evening's 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 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 mornin' brings But the heart has it's seasons, it's evening's and songs of it's own Sometimes we live no particular way but our own And 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 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 mornin' brings But the heart has it's seasons, it's evening's and songs of it's own
作词 : Robert Hunter/Jerry Garcia 作曲 : Robert Hunter/Jerry Garcia 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 up to find out that you are the eyes of the world 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 mornin' brings But the heart has it's seasons, it's evening's 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 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 mornin' brings But the heart has it's seasons, it's evening's and songs of it's own Sometimes we live no particular way but our own And 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 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 mornin' brings But the heart has it's seasons, it's evening's and songs of it's own
