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My uncle on my father’s side’s a farmerHe is old now but smiles just the samespent his life working way over yonderin the fields among the rocks and the clayHe says: ”Tell me what more is a diamond, son, Than a stone in the blind man’s handIf 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 thereSomething missing in this modern tranceMaybe to live and work the land of your fathersIs the offering our sanity demandsPeople chase the end of the rainbowBecause they heard there’s the end of their talesI just wanna be walking up the old dirtroadPassed 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 himLetras de cancionesFree from a world that’s speeding”Don’t play their game, boy, can’t you seeThe more you get the less you dream, Don’t put your faith in faithless lies, The cheering warmth of summer never diesThe cheering warmth of summer holds the instruments of life”I don’t know if this is really true or notBut a friend told me Syd Barrett saidThat 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 handOur life's need to be cut into pieces So we can live every possible end”Don’t play their game, boy, can’t you seeThe more you get the less you dream, Don’t put your faith in faithless lies, The cheering warmth of summer never diesThe cheering warmth of summer holds the instruments of life” From Letras Mania