David Mallett - Garden song

^CInch by inch, ^Frow by ^Crow ^FGonna make this ^Cgarden grow ^FAll it takes is a ^Crake and a hoe And a ^Dpiece of fertile ^Gground

^CInch by inch, ^Frow by ^Crow ^FSomeone bless these ^Cseeds I sow ^FSomeone warm them ^Cfrom below 'Till the ^Drain comes tumblin' ^Gdown

^CPullin' weeds and ^Fpickin' ^Cstones ^FMan is made of dreams ^Cand bones ^FFeel the need to ^Cgrow my own 'Cause the ^Dtime is close ^Gat hand

^CGrain for grain, ^Fsun and ^Crain ^FFind my way in Nature's ^Cchain ^FTune my body and my ^Cbrain To the ^Dmusic from the ^Gland

^CPlant your rows ^Fstraight and ^Clong ^FTemper them with prayer and ^Csong ^FMother Earth will make you ^Cstrong If you ^Dgive her loving ^Gcare

^CAn old crow watc^Fhing hung^Crily ^FFrom his perch in yond^Cer tree ^FIn my garden I'm as ^Cfree As that ^Dfeathered thief up ^Gthere