Beside a singing mountain stream, Where the willow grew, Where the silver leaf of maple Sparkled in the morning 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 i'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 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.
So when the day was ended, I was still not satisfied, For I knew everything 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.