Born a poor young country boy, Mother Nature's son
All day long I'm sitting singing songs for everyone
All day long I'm sitting singing songs for everyone
Sit beside a mountain stream, see her waters rise
Listen to a pretty sound of music as she flies
Listen to a 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
Ah, Mother Nature's son!
(Lennon/McCartney)