My uncle on my father's side's a farmer
He is old now but smiles just the same
Spent his life working way over yonder
In the fields among the rocks and the clay
He says: "Tell me what more is a diamond, son,
Than a stone in the blind man's hand
If you'd see what I see then you too
Could be king with a kingdom in hand"
Now I can't help but think that there's a truth there
Something missing in this modern trance
Maybe to live and work the land of your fathers
Is the offering our sanity demands
People chase the end of the rainbow
Because they heard there's the end of their tales
I just wanna be walking up the old dirtroad
Passed the birchtrees I'll see my uncle wave, singing:
"Tell me what more is a diamond, son,
Than a stone in the blind man's hand,
People run, running round round in circles until their
Diamonds get lost in the sand"
Oh, how I wish I'd be like him
Free from a world that's speeding
"Don't play their game, boy, can't you see
The more you get the less you dream,
Don't put your faith in faithless lies,
The cheering warmth of summer never dies
The cheering warmth of summer holds the instruments of life"
I don't know if this is really true or not
But a friend told me Syd Barrett said
That the only way to be free is to lie still in your bed
Then there's no end to the possibilities
So tell me what more is a Diamond,
Than a stone in the blind man's hand
Our life's need to be cut into pieces
So we can live every possible end
"Don't play their game, boy, can't you see
The more you get the less you dream,
Don't put your faith in faithless lies,
The cheering warmth of summer never dies
The cheering warmth of summer holds the instruments of life"