Emaj7 Thing (x4)
Emaj7 A Emaj7 Bm A
Right outside this lazy summer home
Emaj7 A Emaj7 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
Wondering where the Nutthatch winters
D A Emaj7 A Emaj7 A C
Wings a mile long just carried the bird away
G
Wake up to find out
C G C
That you are the eyes of the world
G
The heart has it's beaches
C G C C#
It's homelands and thoughts of it's own
D
Wake now, discover
C G C
That you are the song that the morning brings
G
The heart has it's seasons
C D Bm A
It's evenings and songs of it's own
*Solo* Emaj7 Bm (repeat)
There comes a redeemer, and he slowly too fades away
There follows behind him a wagon that's loaded with clay
Seeds that were silent all burst into bloom and decay
Emaj7 A Emaj7 A C
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 homelands and thoughts of it's own
Wake now, discover
That you are the song that the morning brings
The heart has it's seasons
It's evenings and songs of it's own
*Solo* Emaj7 Bm A (repeat)
Sometimes we live no particular way, but our own
Sometimes we visit your countries, and live in your homes
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 homelands and thoughts of it's own
Wake now, discover
That you are the song that the morning brings
The heart has it's seasons
It's evenings and songs of it's own
*Solo* Emaj7 jam (fade into the sunset)
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