Beside a singing mountain stream
where the willow grew.
Where the silver leaves of maple
sparkled in the morning 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 breathed the honey dew.
Saw a north bound flock of geese
against the sky away they flew.
Beside the lily patch
I carved a whistle from a reed.
Mother Nature's a quiet 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 when slowly down the west
and we had to move along.
These are 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.
And when the day was ended
I was very satisfied.
Though I knew everything I touched
would wither and would die.
And love was all that would remain
and grow from all these seed.
Mother Nature's a quiet lady
and you're the one I need.
Flesh and blood
needs flesh and blood
and you're the one I need.