Eyes Of The World

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Eyes of the World- Greatful Dead

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Tuning: Standard EADGBE

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Verse 1

E7 A Bm A

Right outside this, Lazy summer home.

E7 A E7 Bm A

You ain't got time to call your, soul a critic, no.

A C#m B A

Right outside the lazy gate, of winter's summer home,

C#m A D A

Wonderin' where the nut thatch winters, wings a mile long

E A E A C

Just carried the bird away.

Chorus

G C G C

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world.

G C G C C#

The heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own.

D C G C

Wake now discover that you are the song that the morning brings.

G C D Bm A E7

The heart has its seasons, its evenings and songs of its own.

Verse 2

E7 A E7 Bm A

There comes a redeemer, and he slowly too fades away.

E7 A E7 Bm A

There follows his wagon, behind him that's loaded with clay.

A C#m B A

The seeds that were silent, all burst into bloom and decay,

E A E D C

Night comes so quiet, it's close on the heels of the day.

Chorus

G C G C

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world.

G C G C C#

The heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own.

D C G C

Wake now discover that you are the song that the morning brings.

G C D Bm A E7

The heart has its seasons, its evenings and songs of its own.

Verse 3

E7 A E7 Bm A

Sometimes we live no particular way but our own.

E7 A E7 Bm A

Sometimes we visit your country and live in your home.

A C#m B A

Sometimes we ride on your horses, sometimes we walk alone,

E A E D C

Sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own.

Chorus

G C G C

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world.

G C G C C#

The heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own.

D C G C

Wake now discover that you are the song that the morning brings.

G C D Bm A E7

The heart has its seasons, its evenings and songs of its own.