E A E Bm A
Right outside this lazy summer home
E A E Bm A
You ain’t got time to call your soul a critic, no
A C#m B A
Right outside the lazy gate of winter’s summer home
C#m B D A
Wonderin’ where the nut-thatch winter’s wings a mile long
E A E A C
Just carried the bird away
[Chorus]
G C G C
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world
G C G C C# D
The heart has its beaches, its homelands and thoughts of its own
D C G C
Wake now, discover, that you are the song that the morning brings
G C C# D Bm A
But the heart has its seasons, its evenings and songs of its own
Jam on E / Bm
There comes a redeemer and he slowly too fades away
There follows a wagon behind him that’s loaded with clay
And the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom and decay
And the night comes so quiet it’s close on the heels of the day
[Chorus] / Jam
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