| 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, and row by row, please bless these seeds I sow
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| Please warm them from below, till the rains come a-tumbling down
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| Pullin' weeds and picking stones, we are made of dreams and bones
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| Feel the need to grow my own, as 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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| Tune my body and my brain, to the music from the land
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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, please bless these seeds I sow
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| Please warm them from below, till the rains come a-tumbling down
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| Plant your rows straight and long, season them 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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| An old crow watches hungrily, from his perch in yonder tree
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| And 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, please bless these seeds I sow
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| Please warm them from below, till the rains come a-tumbling down |