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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.
Translate to:
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.