Aaron Freeman - Nature Man

You could be my nature man
I could be your nature girl
Walking with our boots on
The streams of loves trickling down

Mister nature man comes to me
Like a little girl
Throwing daggers in the buildings
Southern eyes of greed and shame
Skin of paste and liquor
Throw your line to me
I see your pain

You could be my nature man
And I could be your nature girl
Walking with our boots on
The streams of love trickling down

Have you held a newborn flower
Plucked yourself a sprig of thyme in summer
A yam in winter
Take the shell of your soul and come with me

You could be my nature man
And I could be your nature girl
Walking with our boots on
The streams of love trickling down

The carbine's life, the berries glow
The seeds I have to sow
Make growth seem like a possibility
The bark peels, the bark peels off the flesh
And succumbs to me

Yes, you could be my nature man
And I could be your nature girl
Walking with our boots on
The streams of love trickling down