Sun shines, clouds rain
Train whistles blow and guitars play
Preachers preach, farmers plow
Wishes go up and the world goes round

And I love you
It [bad word] natural
It [bad word] natural

Seasons change, rivers wind
Tumble weeds roll and the stars shine
Wind howls, dawn breaks
Cowboys ride and time slips away

And I love you
It [bad word] natural

Its what I was born to do, dont have to think it through
Baby, its so easy lovin you
It [bad word] natural

Its what I was born to do, dont have to think it through
Baby, its so easy lovin you

Fire burns, waves crash
Seeds grow and good things last
Ships sail, dreams fly
Night falls and full moons rise

And I love you
It [bad word] natural

And I love you
It [bad word] natural
It [bad word] natural
It [bad word] natural

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