Summer Is the Man Lyrics

The eyes of a man
That can see what you can
Are the eyes that can see
Far beyond you and me
So we'll wait and we'll wait
Until we are like he.
He sees the beauty in a flower,
That you or I'd pass by,
Tormented is his mind,
But we've ignored the cries.

What is the world
To a man with no hands?
And what is the world,
To a man with no ears?
And what is the world
To a man with no tongue?
To a man with all three
But who knows less than he.
He feels the world going round
Right beneath his feet,
Sees the wealth of man
Struggling in his heat.
The frost of Autumn kills the flower
Held in his hand,
Pity to lose him now
Summer is the man.