You are what I need
Beside a singin? mountain stream
Where the pussy willow grew;
Where silver leaf of maple
Sparkled in the morning dew.
I braided twigs of willow;
Made a string of buckeye beads;
But Flesh and Blood needs Flesh and Blood and
You are what I need.
Flesh and Bloods needs Flesh and Blood and
You are what I need.
I leaned against the bark of birch
And I breathed honey dew;
Saw a North bound flock of geese
Against the sky of baby blue.
Among the lily pads
I carved a whistle from a reed;
While honeysuckle vine is sweet but
You are what I need.
Flesh and Bloods needs Flesh and Blood and
You are what I need.
A mocking bird sang just for me
And I thanked him for the song;
Then darkness floated up the hill
And I had to move along.
These are a few little things
On which the mind and spirit feed;
But Flesh and Blood needs Flesh and Blood and
You are what I need.
Flesh and Bloods needs Flesh and Blood and
You are what I need.