From the album Acoustic Funk Y

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Lyrics

Yes I know that I’m a child of the wild wild woods
‘Cause my thumb’s still green and it means so good
When I fly through the garden in the arms of a breeze
Grandmother’s medicine shimmers down the trees
Still chilling in the woods yo Thoreau had it right
The earth is living poetry laid open to the light

I’m just a jamming young
Gentleman very transcendental
And preaching this melody medicine

Mama Earth is such an artist and she’s putting on a show
Every single morning come and hear the free wind blow
So when peace like a river attend unto the way
Baby praise Mother Nature as the wise men say
Maybe read a little Emerson let rhyme and rhythm shower
Another brother’s poetry tricked out in star and flower

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