Текст John Denver – Mother Nature’s Son
Текст:
Born a poor young country boy, Mother Nature’s son.
All day long I’m sitting singing songs for everyone.
Sit beside a mountain stream, see her waters rise.
Listen to the pretty sound of music as she flies.
Find me in my field of grass, Mother Nature’s son.
Swaying daises sing a lazy song beneath the sun.
Mother Nature’s son.
