| Beside a singing mountain stream
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| Where the willow grew
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| Where the silver leaf of maple
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| Sparkled in the morning dew
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| I braided twigs of willow
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| Made a string of buckeye beads
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| But flesh and blood needs flesh and blood
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| And you’re the one I need
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| Flesh and blood needs flesh and blood
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| And you’re the one I need
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| I leaned against the bark of birch
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| And I breathed the honey dew
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| I saw a north-bound flock of geese
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| Against a sky of baby blue
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| Beside the many paths
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| I carved a whistle from a reed
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| Mother Nature’s quite a lady
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| But you’re the one I need
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| Flesh and blood needs flesh and blood
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| And you’re the one I need
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| A cardinal sang just for me
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| And I thanked him for the song
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| Then the sun went slowly down in the west
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| And I had to move along
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| These were some of the things
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| On which my mind and spirit feed
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| Mother Nature’s quite a lady
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| But you’re the one I need
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| Flesh and blood needs flesh and blood
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| And you’re the one I need
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| So when the day was ended
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| I was still not satisfied
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| For I knew everything I touched
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| Would wither and would die
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| And love is all that will remain
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| And grow from all these seeds
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| Mother Nature’s quite a lady
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| But you’re the one I need
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| Flesh and blood needs flesh and blood
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| And you’re the one I need |