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 a-tumbling down.
Pulling weeds,
picking stones,
man is made of dreams and bones.
I feel the need to grow
my own for the time is near at hand.
Grain for grain, sun and rain,
find my way through
nature's chain as I tune my body and
my brain to the music of the land.
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 a-tumbling down.
Now make your rows straight and long,
temper them with prayer and song.
Mother Earth will
make you strong if you give her love and care.
See that crow watching humbly from
his birch on yonder tree.
In my garden I'm as free as that feathered thief up
there.
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 a-tumbling down.