Beside the singin' mountain stream where the willow grew,

Where the silver leaf of maple sparkled in the mornin' dew,

I braided twigs of willow, 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 the bark of birch and I breathed the honeydew.

I saw a northbound flock of geese against the sky of baby blue.

Beside the lilly 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.

The the sun went slowly down the west and I had to move along.

These were some of the things on wich 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 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.