Mother Nature’s son….Lennon/McCartney πŸ’₯

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….Lennon/McCartney


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