| Inch by inch, row by row,
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| Gonna make this garden grow.
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| Gonna mulch it deep and low,
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| Gonna make it fertile ground.
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| Inch by inch, row by row,
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| Please bless these seeds I sow.
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| Please keep them safe below
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| 'Til the rain comes tumbling down.
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| Pullin' weeds and pickin' stones,
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| We are made of dreams and bones
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| Need spot to call my own
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| Cause the time is close at hand.
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| Grain for grain, sun and rain
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| I’ll find my way in nature’s chain
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| Tune my body and my brain
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| To the music of the land.
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| Plant your rows straight and long,
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| Season them with a prayer and song
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| Mother earth will keep you strong
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| If you give her love and care.
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| Old crow watching from a tree
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| Has his hungry eyes on me
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| In my garden I’m as free
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| As that feathered thief up there. |