(Paul 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 daises sing a lazy song beneath the sun
Wah, Mother Nature's son
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
Wah, Mother Nature's son
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