(Mallett)
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Inch by inch, row by row, gonna make this garden grow.
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All it takes is a rake and a hoe and a piece of fertile ground.
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Inch by inch, row by row, Someone bless the seeds I sow.
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Someone warm them from below, 'til the rain comes tumbling down.
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Pulling weeds and picking stones, man is made of dreams and bones.
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Feel the need to grow my own 'cause the time is close at hand.
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Grain for grain, sun and rain, find my way in nature's chain,
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to my body and my brain to the music from the land.
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Plant your rows straight and long, thicker than with prayer and song.
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Mother Earth will make you strong if you give her love and care.
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Old crow watching hungrily, from his perch in yonder tree.
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In my garden I'm as free as that feathered thief up there.
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Inch by inch, row by row, gonna make this garden grow.
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All it takes is a rake and a hoe and a piece of fertile ground.
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Inch by inch, row by row, Someone bless the seeds I sow.
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Someone warm them from below, 'til the rain comes tumbling down.
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Garden Song
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| John Denver |
