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.
Mother Nature's son.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN