Wednesday, Sep. 20, 2017

Mother Nature’s Son

Mother Nature’s Son  (Lennon-McCartney)

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.