or
Phish

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.

Written by LENNON, JOHN WINSTON / MCCARTNEY, PAUL JAMES
Published by Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

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