Born a poor young country boy--Mother Nature's son
All day long I'm sitting singing songs fo reveryone.
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.
Writer(s): John Lennon, Paul Mccartney
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