Mother Nature's Son

Born a poor young country boy-Mother Nature's son
All day long I'm sitting singing songs for everyone.

Sit besides a mountain stream-see her waters rise
Listen to the pretty sound of music as she flies.

Find me in my field of grass-Mother Nature's son
Swaying daisies sing a lazy song beneath the sun.

Mother Nature's son.

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