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.