A weblog by Jonathan Ali
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| Notes from a small island A weblog by Jonathan Ali |
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Monday, September 15, 2003 Beside a singing mountain stream Where the willow grew Where the silver leaf of maple Sparkled in the morning dew I braided twigs of willows Made a string of buckeye beads But flesh and blood needs 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 pads I carved a whistle from a reed Mother Nature's quite a 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 went slowly down the west And I 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 So when this day was ended I was still not satisfied For I knew ev'rything I touched Would wither and would die And love is all that will remain And grow from all these seeds Mother Nature's quite a lady But you're the one I need Flesh and blood needs flesh and blood And you're the one I need -- "Flesh and Blood" by Johnny Cash posted by Jonathan | 12:48 PM 0 comments 0 Comments: |
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