Right out side this

la zy sum mer (Emaj7)home,

you ain’t got time to call your

soul a crit ic, (Emaj7)no.

Right out side the (C#m)la zy gate

of win ter’s sum mer (A)home,

won d’ring where the (B)nut hatch win ter’s

wings a mile (A)long

just (E)car ried

the (A)bird

a (E)way.

(G)Wake up to find out that (C)you are the eyes of the (G)world.

But the (G)heart has its beach es, its (C)home land and thoughts of its (G)own.

(D)Wake now, dis cov er that (C)you are the song that the (G)morn ing brings.

But the (G)heart has its sea sons, its (C)eve nings and songs of its (D)own.

There (Emaj7)comes a re deem er and (A)he slow ly too fades a (Emaj7)way,

and there (Emaj7)fol lows his wag on be (A)hind him that’s load ed with (Emaj7)clay.

And the seeds that were si lent all (C#m)burst in to bloom and de (B)cay, times we walk a (A)lone,

and (E)night comes so qui et, it’s (A)close on the heels of the (E)day.

(G)Wake up to find out that (C)you are the eyes of the (G)world.

But the (G)heart has its beach es, its (C)home land and thoughts of its (G)own.

(D)Wake now, dis cov er that (C)you are the song that the (G)morn ing brings.

But the (G)heart has its sea sons, its (C)eve nings and songs of its (D)own.

There (Emaj7)Some times we live no par (A)tic u lar way but our (Emaj7)own,

and there (Emaj7)some times we vis it your (A)coun try and live in your (Emaj7)home.

And the Some times we ride on your (C#m)hors es, to bloom and de (B)some times we walk a (A)lone,

and (E)some times the songs that we (A)hear are just songs of our (E)own.