Woorden: Carl Smith. Let Old Mother Nature Have Her Way.

Darling this is my desire, set your little old heart on fire
Do the things that lovers always do
So put your little hand in mine I buy you diamond ring so fine
Then I'll build a bungalow for two

Closer, a little closer
Well there ain't no use to stay so far away
So darling turn on all your charms while I hold you in my arms
Let old Mother Nature have her way

Now my baby take a chance for I'm achin' for romance
And know that you were meant for me to love
You know your heart is beatin' fast, you know I'm gonna win at last
So cuddle up and be my turtle dove

Closer, a little closer
Well there ain't no use to stay so far away
I like to touch your lips to mine like to win your love divine
Let old Mother Nature have her way

Closer, a little closer
There ain't no use to stay so far away
'Cause baby when I hold your hand I feel just like a grown up man
Mother Nature says now that's the way