Mother natures son
29. 8. 2011
Born a poor young country boy-
Mother Nature´s son.
All day long I´m sitting singing songs for evryone.
Sit beside a moutain stream-see
her waters rise.
Listen to the pretty sound of music as
she flies.
Find me in field of grass-Mother Nature´s son.
Swaying daisies sing a lazy song
beneath the sun.
Mother Nature´s son.
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