The heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own
The heart has its seasons, its evenin's and songs of its own
The heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world
And there follows his wagon behind him that's loaded with clay
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world
Sometimes we ride on your horses, sometimes we walk alone
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
And sometimes we visit your country and live in your home
Sometimes we live no particular way but our own
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings
Right outside the lazy gate of winter's summer home
But the heart has its seasons, its evenins and songs of its own
The heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings
There comes a redeemer, and he slowly too fades away
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
wonderin' where the nut-thatch winters
Wings a mile long just carried the bird away
