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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Grateful Dead
Performer
Jerry Garcia
Vocals
Phil Lesh
Vocals
Brent Mydland
Keyboards
Bill Kreutzmann
Drums
Mickey Hart
Drums
Bob Weir
Vocals
Branford Marsalis
Soprano Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerry Garcia
Songwriter
Robert Hunter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jerry Garcia
Producer
Phil Lesh
Producer
Brent Mydland
Producer
Bill Kreutzmann
Producer
Mickey Hart
Producer
Bob Weir
Producer
John Cutler
Producer
Lyrics
Right outside this lazy summer home
You ain't got time to call your soul a critic no
Right outside the lazy gate of winter's summer home
wonderin' where the nut-thatch winters
Wings a mile long just carried the bird away
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world
The heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings
But the heart has its seasons, its evenins and songs of its own
There comes a redeemer, and he slowly too fades away
And there follows his wagon behind him that's loaded with clay
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
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world
The heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings
The heart has its seasons, its evenin's and songs of its own
Sometimes we live no particular way but our own
And 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
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world
The heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings
But the heart has its seasons, its evenin's and songs of its own
Writer(s): Robert Hunter, Jerome Garcia
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