You better listen, you better listen You better listen, you better listen As I was walking thru the woods one day I saw a strange man walking on his way I stopped him to talk awhile and hear his story told And as he talked this story did he unfold My daddy was an oak tree, my mama was a deer I was born one morning in the Spring of the year I cut me out a heart from yellow daffodil My feet are made of dust from the road o’er the hill When I weep my tears are deep Deep enough to fill the sea I’m a lonesome man ‘cause thеre’s only one like mе Yes there’s only one like me What an awful, awful fate to be one of a kind No matter where you roam You may never ever find all your natural peace of mind And never find a home