作词 : Esposito, Gilbert
Esposito-Gilbert
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. 
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The frost of Autumn kills the flower 
Held in his hand 
Pity to lose him now 
Summer is the man.