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Beside a singin' mountain stream where the willow grew |
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Where the silver leaf of maple sparkled in the mornin' dew |
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I braided twigs of willows made a string of buckeye beads |
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But flesh and blood needs flesh and blood and you're the one I need |
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Flesh and blood needs flesh and blood and you're the one I need |
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I leaned against the bark of birch and I breathed the honey dew |
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I saw a north-bound flock of geese against a sky of baby blue |
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Beside the lily pads I carved a whistle from a reed |
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Mother nature's quite a lady but you're the one I need |
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Flesh and blood needs flesh and blood and you're the one I need |
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A cardinal sang just for me and I thanked him for the song |
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Then the sun went slowly down the west and I had to move along |
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These were some of the things on which my mind and spirit feed |
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But flesh and blood needs flesh and blood and you're the one I need |
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Flesh and blood needs flesh and blood and you're the one I need |
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So when the day was ended I was still not satisfied |
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For I knew ev'rything I touched would wither and would die |
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And love is all that will remain and grow from all these seed |
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Mother nature's quite a lady but you're the one I need |
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Flesh and blood needs flesh and blood and you're the one I need |
