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”