Summer Is the Man

Esposito-Gilbert The eyes of a man That can see what you can Are the eyes that can see Far beyond you and me So we'll wait and we'll wait Until we are like he. He sees the beauty in a flower That you or I'd pass by Tormented is his mind But we've ignored the cries. What is the world To a man with no hands? And what is the world To a man with no ears? And what is the world To a man with no tongue? To a man with all three But who knows less than he. He feels the world going round Right beneath his feet Sees the wealth of man Struggling in his heat. The frost of Autumn kills the flower Held in his hand Pity to lose him now Summer is the man.