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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Grateful Dead
Performer
Jerry Garcia
Vocals
Bill Kreutzmann
Drums
Bob Weir
Vocals
Donna Jean Godchaux
Vocals
Keith Godchaux
Piano
Mickey Hart
Drums
Phil Lesh
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerry Garcia
Arranger
Robert Hunter
Songwriter
Bill Kreutzmann
Arranger
Bob Weir
Arranger
Donna Jean Godchaux
Arranger
Keith Godchaux
Arranger
Mickey Hart
Arranger
Phil Lesh
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jerry Garcia
Producer
Bill Kreutzmann
Producer
Bob Weir
Producer
Donna Jean Godchaux
Producer
Keith Godchaux
Producer
Mickey Hart
Producer
Phil Lesh
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,
Wond'rin' 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 it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own.
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings,
But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenin's and songs of it's 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 it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own.
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings,
But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenin's and songs of it's 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 it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own.
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings,
But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenin's and songs of it's own.
Writer(s): Robert C. Hunter, Jerome J. Garcia
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