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Eyes of the World

by Grateful Dead

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Chords & Lyrics, etc.
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1
Created by
Bagus
Created
9/2/2025
Updated
9/2/2025
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Eyes of the World

Emaj7   B   A

Emaj7                                     A                                 Emaj7         Bm A

Right outside this lazy summer home

Emaj7                                                 A                                        Emaj7  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                                           B                                            D                             A

Wonderin’ where the nut-thatch winter’s wings a mile long

Emaj                                 A        Emaj7     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    

But the heart has its beaches, its homelands and thoughts of its own

D                                                             C                                                 G                                    C

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

                     G                                                          C                                                                D  Bm  A

But the heart has its seasons, its evenings and songs of its own

Jam in Emaj7 & Bm

There comes a redeemer and he slowly too fades away

There follows a wagon behind him that’s loaded with clay

                          A                               C#m              B                                                    A

And the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom and decay-  ay

And night comes so quiet it’s close on the heels of the day

Chorus

Jam in Emaj7 & Bm

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

Chorus