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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jerry Garcia
Pedal Steel Guitar
Phil Lesh
Bass Guitar
Bill Kreutzmann
Drums
Keith Godchaux
Keyboards
Bob Weir
Rhythm Guitar
Pat O'Hara
Trombone
Bill Atwood
Trumpet
Donna Jean Godchaux
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerry Garcia
Songwriter
Robert Hunter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Grateful Dead
Producer
Joe Gastwirt
Mastering Engineer
Dan Healy
Engineer
Tom Anderson
Engineer
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 evenin's and songs of its own
There comes a redeemer, and he slowly too fades away
There follow his wagon behind him and 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
And 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
Sometimes we live, no particular way but our own
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
And 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
Writer(s): Robert Hunter, Jerome Garcia
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