The Garden Song

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,

'Till the rain comes tumblin' down.

Pullin' weeds and pickin' stones,

Man is made of dreams and bones,

Feel the need to grow my own,

'Cause the time is close at hand.

Grain for grain, sun and rain,

Find my way in Nature's chain,

Tune my body and my brain

To the music from the land.

Plant your rows straight and long,

Temper them with prayer and song,

Mother Earth will make you strong

If you give her loving care.

An old crow watching hungrily

From his perch in yonder tree,

In my garden I'm as free

As that feathered thief up there.