Singer performing Johnny Cash song excerpts

My dearest Fosca.

My dearest Fosca.

Beside a singing mountain stream Where the willow grew Where the silver leaf of maple Sparkled in the morning dew I've braided twigs of willow, made a string of buckeye beads, but flesh and blood needs flesh and blood, and you're the one I need. Flesh and blood needs flesh and blood, and you're the one I need.

Beside a singing mountain stream Where the willow grew Where the silver leaf of maple Sparkled in the morning dew I've braided twigs of willow, made a string of buckeye beads, but flesh and blood needs flesh and blood, and you're the one I need. Flesh and blood needs flesh and blood, and you're the one I need.

I leaned against the bark of birch And I breathed the honeydew I saw a northbound 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

I leaned against the bark of birch And I breathed the honeydew I saw a northbound 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

So when the day was ended I was still not satisfied For I knew everything 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.

So when the day was ended I was still not satisfied For I knew everything 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.

My dearest Fosca.

Beside a singing mountain stream Where the willow grew Where the silver leaf of maple Sparkled in the morning dew I've braided twigs of willow, made a string of buckeye beads, but flesh and blood needs flesh and blood, and you're the one I need. Flesh and blood needs flesh and blood, and you're the one I need.

I leaned against the bark of birch And I breathed the honeydew I saw a northbound 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

So when the day was ended I was still not satisfied For I knew everything 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.