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.
Oooo …
Find me in my field of grass, Mother Nature's Son
Swaying daisies, sing a lazy song beneath the sun.
Oooo …
Mmm …

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