You could be my nature man I could be your nature girl Walking with our boots on The streams of loves trickling down
Mister nature man comes to me Like a little girl Throwing daggers in the buildings Southern eyes of greed and shame Skin of paste and liquor Throw your line to me I see your pain
You could be my nature man And I could be your nature girl Walking with our boots on The streams of love trickling down
Have you held a newborn flower Plucked yourself a sprig of thyme in summer A yam in winter Take the shell of your soul and come with me
You could be my nature man And I could be your nature girl Walking with our boots on The streams of love trickling down
The carbine's life, the berries glow The seeds I have to sow Make growth seem like a possibility The bark peels, the bark peels off the flesh And succumbs to me
Yes, you could be my nature man And I could be your nature girl Walking with our boots on The streams of love trickling downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
