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 and 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