John Denver

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 the seeds I sow.
Someone warm them from below, 'til the rain comes tumbling down.


Pulling 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,
To my body and my brain to the music from the land


Plant your rows straight and long,thicker than with pray'r and song
Mother Earth will make you strong if you give her love and care
Old crow watchin' hungrily, from his perch in yonder tree
In my garden I'm as free as that feathered beak 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 the seeds I sow.
Someone warm them from below, 'til the rain comes tumbling down.