Mother Nature's Son
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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 daisies sing a lazy song beneath the sun.
Mother Nature’s son.
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