I hear your heart beats like a drum
When I press my head to the ground
And the warm rain washes over me
On its way down to the underground

I feel the Sun on my skin
The sound of bees a flowering
And the wind blows through your hair
Lends wings to the great pollinator

Mon amour
C'est mère nature
Qui suit son cours
Mon amour
Sauvage

I smell the grass beneath my feet
The sound of birds chit chattering
And the air is filled with butterflies
Swallows chasing shadows in the sky

I hear the pagan pipes of pan
Echo through these woods arcadian
And the reeds they whisper of your deeds
As they dance and sway in the summer breeze

Mon amour
C'est mère nature
Qui suit son cours
Mon amour
Sauvage