{"id":58,"date":"2015-01-18T20:14:07","date_gmt":"2015-01-18T20:14:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.andyallinson.com\/?page_id=58"},"modified":"2015-01-31T22:35:25","modified_gmt":"2015-01-31T22:35:25","slug":"see-what-im-seeing","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/www.andyallinson.com\/?page_id=58","title":{"rendered":"THROUGH THESE EYES"},"content":{"rendered":"<h5>Sometimes in the autumn on a misty gray dawn<br \/>\nWhen trees drift to sleep and golden leaves fall<br \/>\nHigh up in the moorlands, cold silent and calm<br \/>\nI\u2019d watch the sun cut the horizon and try to figure it all<\/h5>\n<h5>\u00a0There\u2019s folk that would hurt you to take what you own<br \/>\nAnd some who just live to destroy and deface<br \/>\nSome can\u2019t see nothing beyond the walls of their home<br \/>\nThey all miss the beauty that surrounds this still place<\/h5>\n<h5>\u00a0So see what I\u2019m seeing, look through these eyes<br \/>\nAt the green rolling pastures and the blood red sunrise<br \/>\nThe fox on the hillside, yeah the heron on the wing<br \/>\nOne more new morning to make a tramp feel like a king<\/h5>\n<h5>\u00a0&lt;Instrumental&gt;<\/h5>\n<h5>\u00a0Now the sun\u2019s in the sky and it\u2019s warm on my face (I see)<br \/>\nColours of autumn and the glint off a brook<br \/>\nI take the scent of the forest with its misty embrace<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s time to go home now, time for one long last look<\/h5>\n<h5>\u00a0And see what I\u2019m seeing, look through these eyes<br \/>\nAt the green rolling pastures and the blood red sunrise<br \/>\nThe fox on the hillside, yeah the heron on the wing<br \/>\nOne more new morning to make a tramp feel like a king<\/h5>\n<h5>\u00a0Now I don\u2019t know what\u2019s gone wrong with you<br \/>\nI don\u2019t know how you can\u2019t see it too<br \/>\nWhy don\u2019t you, why don\u2019t you just<br \/>\nTurn around, man; turn around and\u2026<\/h5>\n<h5>\u00a0See what I\u2019m seeing look with these eyes<br \/>\nThe truth\u2019s in this vista, there\u2019s no need for lies<br \/>\nIt\u2019s pure and it\u2019s special, but kind of sad too<br \/>\nWhen it seems that there\u2019s no one left to feel like I do.<\/h5>\n<p>16 March 1998. rev; December 2001 c. A.Allinson<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sometimes in the autumn on a misty gray dawn When trees drift to sleep and golden leaves fall High up in the moorlands, cold silent and calm I\u2019d watch the sun cut the horizon and try to figure it all \u00a0There\u2019s folk that would hurt you to take what you own And some who just &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.andyallinson.com\/?page_id=58\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">THROUGH THESE EYES<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":52,"menu_order":5,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"page-templates\/full-width.php","meta":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.andyallinson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/58"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.andyallinson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.andyallinson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.andyallinson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.andyallinson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=58"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"http:\/\/www.andyallinson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/58\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":86,"href":"http:\/\/www.andyallinson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/58\/revisions\/86"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.andyallinson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/52"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.andyallinson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=58"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}