Teksty: Beatles, The. Mother Nature's Son.

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 daisies sing a lazy song beneath the sun.

Mother Nature?s son.