Inch by inch, row by row, gonna make this garden grow.
All it takes is a rake and a hoe and a piece of fertile ground.
Inch by inch, row by row, someone bless these seeds I sow.
Someone warm them from below
‘Til the rain comes tumbling down.

Pullin’ weeds and pickin’ stones,
We are made of dreams and bones.
I feel the need to grow my own ’cause the time is close at hand.
Grain for grain, sun and rain, I’ll find my way in nature’s chain.
Tune my body and my brain to the music of the land.

Plant your rows straight and long,
Temper them with prayer and song
And mother earth will keep you strong if you give her love and care.
An old crow watchin’ hungrily from his perch in yonder tree,
In my garden I’m as free as that feathered thief up there.

(songwriter: David B. Mallett. Copyright: Cherry Lane Music Pubg. Co. Inc.)

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