Right outside this lazy summer homeYou ain't got time to call your soul a critic noRight outside the lazy gate of winter's summer homeWondering where the nut-thatch wintersWings a mile long just carried the bird awayWake up to find out that you are the eyes of the worldThe heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's ownWake now, discover that you are the song that the morning bringsBut the heart has it's seasons, it's evenings and songs of it's ownThere comes a redeemer, and he slowly too fades awayAnd there follows his wagon behind him that's loaded with clayAnd the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom, and decayAnd night comes so quiet, it's close on the heels of the dayWake up to find out that you are the eyes of the worldThe heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's ownWake now, discover that you are the song that the morning bringsBut the heart has it's seasons, it's evenings and songs of it's ownSometimes we live no particular way but our ownAnd sometimes we visit your country and live in your homeSometimes we ride on your horses, sometimes we walk aloneSometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our ownWake up to find out that you are the eyes of the worldThe heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's ownWake now, discover that you are the song that the morning bringsBut the heart has it's seasons, it's evenings and songs of it's own