"The moral duty of the free writer is to begin his work at home: to be a critic of his own community, his own country, his own government, his own culture"~Edward Abbey

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Flesh and Blood

Beside a Singin' Mountain Stream
Where the Willow grew
Where the Silver Leaf of MapleSparkled in the Mornin' Dew
I braided Twigs of Willows
Made a String of Buckeye Beads;

But Flesh And Blood need Flesh And Blood
And you're the one I needFlesh
And Blood need Flesh And Blood
And you're the one I need.

I leaned against a Bark of Birch
And I breathed the Honey Dew
I saw a North-bound Flock of Geese
Against a Sky of Baby Blue
Beside the Lily PadsI carved a Whistle from a Reed;
Mother Nature's quite a Lady
But you're the one I need
Flesh And Blood need 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 went slowly down the West
And I had to move along
These were some of the things
On which my Mind and Spirit feed;
But Flesh And Blood need Flesh And Blood
And you're the one I need

Flesh And Blood need Flesh And Blood
And you're the one I need.

[Spoken:]So when this Day was ended
I was still not satisfied
For I knew ev'rything I touchedWould wither and would die
And Love is all that will remainAnd grow from all these Seed;
[Sung:]Mother Nature's quite a LadyBut you're the one I need
Flesh And Blood need Flesh And Blood
And you're the one I need.

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