Woman of the country now I've found you
Longing in your soft and muddy delta
And I whisper sighs to satisfy your longing
For the warmth and tender shelter of your body
Oh you're my yes, you're my delta master
Yes, you're my, me, oh, my delta master
Please don't ask how many times I found you
Standing wet and naked in the garden
And I think of days and different ways I held you
I held you closely to me, yes, our heart was beating
Oh you're my yes, you're my delta master
Yes, you're my, me, oh, my delta master
There are concrete mountains in the city
And skinny city fellows live inside them
And yet it seems the city scene is lacking
I'm so glad you're waiting for me in the country
Oh you're my yes, you're my delta master
Yes, you're my, me, oh, my delta master
Yes, you're my, me, oh, my delta master