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Beside a Singin' 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 Mornin' Dew |
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I braided Twigs of Willows |
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Made a String of Buckeye Beads; |
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But Flesh And Blood need Flesh And Blood |
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And you're the one I need |
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Flesh And Blood need Flesh And Blood |
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And you're the one I need. |
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I leaned against a 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 Lily Pads |
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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 need 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 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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But Flesh And Blood need Flesh And Blood |
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And you're the one I need |
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Flesh And Blood need Flesh And Blood |
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And you're the one I need. |
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[SPOKEN] |
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So when this Day was ended |
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I was still not satisfied |
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For I knew ev'rything 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 Seed; |
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[SUNG] |
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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 need Flesh And Blood |
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And you're the one I need. |
