Beside a singin' mountain stream
where the willow grew
Where the silver leaf of maple
sparkled in the mornin' dew
I braided twigs of willows
Made a string of buckeye beads;
But flesh and blood needs flesh And blood
And you're the one I need
flesh and blood needs flesh And blood
And you're the one I need
I leaned against a Bark of Birch
And I breathed the Honey Dew
I saw a North-bound Flock of Geese
Against a Sky of Baby Blue
Beside the Lily Pads
I carved a Whistle from a Reed;
Mother Nature's quite a Lady
But you're the one I need
flesh and blood needs flesh and blood
And you're the one I need.
A cardinal sang just for me
And I thanked him for the song
Then the sun went slowly down the west
And I had to move along
These were some of the things
On which my mind and spirit feed;
But flesh and blood need flesh and blood
And you're the one I need
flesh and blood needs flesh and blood
And you're the one I need.
So when this day was ended
I was still not satisfied
For I knew ev'rything I touched
Would wither and would die
And love is all that will remain
And grow from all these seeds;
Mother Nature's quite a lady
But you're the one I need
flesh and blood needs flesh and blood
And you're the one I need.
