Garden Song - Arlo Guthrie

Inch by inch, row by row,

Gonna make this garden grow.

Gonna mulch it deep and low,

Gonna make it fertile ground.

Inch by inch, row by row,

Please bless these seeds I sow.

Please keep them safe below

'Til the rain comes tumbling down.

Pullin' weeds and pickin' stones,

We are made of dreams and bones

Need spot to call my own

Cause the time is close at hand.

Grain for grain, sun and rain

I’ll find my way in nature’s chain

Tune my body and my brain

To the music of the land.

Plant your rows straight and long,

Season them with a prayer and song

Mother earth will keep you strong

If you give her love and care.

Old crow watching from a tree

Has his hungry eyes on me

In my garden I’m as free

As that feathered thief up there.