Born a poor young country boy--Mother Nature`s son
All day long I`m sitting singing songs for everyone.
Sit beside 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 daises sing a lazy song beneath the sun.
Mother Nature`s son.
Submitted by walter at Sun 20 Jan, 2008 9:37 pm